by Andrea Spence (age 15)
Late August, 2005 a storm stirs up in the ocean blue
It happened so fast, nobody knew
The winds strong, and bold
The humidity no longer hot, but cold
Waves as high as homes
People were scarred, all bunched up in Domes
Water flooding left to right
Saviors chanting your ok just sit tight
She calls her self Katrina, striking fear in many
Everything was gone, nothing left - not even a single penny
Some had died and got their wings
Left this world as if their feet had springs
Children crying themselves to sleep
They have no Teddies to help count the sheep
New Orleans will never forget this - nobody will
God, we only ask that You take their empty cups, and fill
What's that you ask?
Do these people have food? Water? Nope
All we must keep is Hope
hellicane category: survival
1 comment:
Andrea: A nice inspirational poem from such a young mind! I'm sure it will mean a lot to those in need right now. Nice work.
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