Oak Alley Plantation

Beneath Louisiana’s sunlit skies,

Oak Alley stands where memory lies.

A grand arcade where oaks arise—

A canopy time can’t disguise.

Ancient oaks in stately rows

Guard secrets only silence knows.

Planted long before walls rose,

They whisper as the river flows.

The avenue stretches, a green embrace,

A shaded path, a sacred space.

Where shadows drift and sunbeams trace

Arches formed with ageless grace.

Greek Revival columns, proud and tall,

Survey the Mississippi’s sprawl.

Where sugar once sweetened all,

And enslaved hands answered history’s call.

Innovation bloomed in pecan trees,

Grafted by a soul not free.

A legacy for all to see—

A layered tale of dignity.

From Bon Séjour to Oak Alley’s name,

Two centuries carved its claim.

Here, where beauty frames the flame,

An enslaved gardener earned acclaim.

A treasure vast, a landmark true,

It links the past to future’s view.

Oak Alley’s legacy breaks through—

A poem in trees, long overdue.