by Valeta S. Moore
Life just won't be the same
But it will go on
The New Orleans that we knew
Will forever be in our hearts
Snowballs, Poboys, Crawfish Etoufee
Shrimp Creole, Gumbo
And a little Casino Play
Going uptown to see family
Driving downtown
To see Tyler Perry
Oh, what a change, what a heartache
To wake and see
Our precious city washed away
St. Aug, Brother Martin, Redeemer --
Seton and Xavier Prep, St. Mary's, Fortier
Kennedy, Carver and Warren Easton, X.U., Dillard
Tulane, Loyola, UNO, SUNO and Street Academy
Life on the porch
Talking 'bout scenes on the street
While children play B-Ball
And chill on the corner
Monday night Redbeans
And Friday night games
"Who Let The Dogs Out"
Our Saints will never be the same (we hope)
Lundi Gras, Zulu meets Rex, Mardi Gras
"Throw me something Mister"
Ash Wednesday, going get ashes
Wash our sins away
Big Chief, Eh La Bah, Super Sunday
Second Line in the hood
NOPD, NOFD, school teachers, professors, S&WB
Entergy, let me pay half this month
Gotta pay Bell South
Girl, don't forget Cox Cable
Got to catch the school board meetings
And Hester's mouth
Going to Barrow's
Friday night Fish Fry
Suppers sold 'round the city -
Going on a bus ride?
They now call us refugees
Evacuees of Katrina
Hell, just call us New Orleanians
'Cause that's who and what
We will forever be
God Bless the tens of thousands
Who couldn't get out
Who saw family washed away
And float about
God Bless my family members
That I cannot find
I can only pray for the best
And rely on time
The flooding stopped
In New Orleans
But the tears from our eyes
Will continue to rise
And New Orleans will forever be in our hearts
...until we meet again
hellicane category: local color
2 comments:
This poem brought tears to my eyes. I have a niece and nephew who live in New Orleans. My sister used to live in Abita Springs. God, how I wish I could have visited before this tragedy. Someday, when it's rebuilt, I will!
wamblicante
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