Bayou Noir

Bayou Noir

By Robin Lee Shelby

I remember the first time I caught a fish

It was in Bayou Noir

I was all of five at the time

When I wet my first fishing line

My father stood by my side

When I felt the line jerk

And then I pulled it out of the water

Of good old Bayou Noir

Through the years I did many things

But I always had time to fish with my father

Either in a boat or from the bank

Of the waters of Bayou Noir

But fate took me from that place

In the land of the good earth

And I saw many other climes

But my thoughts were of Bayou Noir

Then the sad day came about

When my father passed away

And we laid him in a grave

On the side of Bayou Noir

Wherever I go and whatever I do

I will always take the time

To remember the years I spent with my father

On the banks of Bayou Noir