Like pioneer Acadians 
Not knowing where to go, 
The iris drifted southward 
A long, long time ago. 
Pushed onward by the glaciers 
And helped along by floods 
It reached the land of bayous 
And Mississippi muds.
And there amidst the swamplands 
And moss-draped live-oak trees, 
It settled, paying rent to 
The busy bumblebees. 
In spring each year thereafter, 
Despite Gulf storm or tide, 
Its myriad colors covered 
The peaceful countryside. 
It greeted the Acadians 
When to this land they came, 
In royal robes of purple, 
Of gold, pink, blue and flame. 
For years they lived together-- 
Watched foreign flags unfurled; 
Their customs quaint they cherished 
Apart from all the world. 
But now they're in the limelight, 
Their faces all aglow; 
To eager eyes awaiting 
Their treasures they must show. 
And South Louisiana 
With pride throws wide its door 
To views of rainbow colors 
And curious ways of yore. 
Comments by Marie Caillet: Pearl Mary Segura, a retired librarian from the University of Southwestern Louisiana, is a native of Lafayette, LA, and a descendant of the early Acadians that settled the area. She has been a member of the Society for Louisiana Irises since it was started in the early 1940's. This poem was first published in the magazine Home Gardening for the South, in May of 1945. Since few if any of you have been members for 40 years, I thought you might enjoy reading this or using it when you give a talk or slide show on Louisiana irises.