I am told you are French for "Beautiful View"
And it’s so easy to see why,
With your view of the Gulf.
How many warm sunsets have you seen?

How many times did President Davis sit on your porch
And think of orders he had to give?
How many times beneath your massive oaks did he sit
And think of the boys that fought for the "Cause"?
How many times indeed did he walk your grounds and ponder
“What If”?

Then Beauvoir, you housed the old men
That once embraced the “Cause”.
Now you embrace these old men that wore the "Gray" as they sit and
Watch the sunsets over the Gulf
As the shadows of their lives ease by.

Old men that strolled the grounds where their
President once strolled.
Old men that sat under the moss-laden oaks and remembered
Unnamed battles, lost brothers, broken families.

Then Beauvoir, when the shadows of the men in Gray,
Turned to night, you let them sleep beneath your oaks.
You, Beauvoir, held them you cared for them and
Today you still hold them close to you heart and watch over them.

So with each sunrise and each sunset
You will always be special to the true
Children of the South.

Beauvoir
Indeed you are a “Beautiful View”.

Charles W. Lee
September 1, 2004