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When
the levees broke
and the river poured into the streets
there was no relief
only grief
as people watched
their dreams get carried away
in muddy menacing currents
standing homeless
in teeming steamy shelters
packed like sardines
all they could think about
was that their city was no more
where there had been land
was now a gulf of tears
they were underwater
fighting to breathe
yet as they had so many times before
they chose to pick up their lives
and go on
their property gone
but not their souls
for there was no destroying
the spirit of New Orleans
after Katrina
the city was not Easy
anymore
but its eternal song
would go on playing
inspiring people to help each other
on rooftops and rafts
they clung to hope
even more
clung to each other
which helped them to survive
hand in hand
shoulder to shoulder
they rebuilt their lives
knowing that together
they would be stronger than before
they rolled the dice
betting their future
on bigger levees
and even bigger dreams.
© d.knape
September 1, 2015
More "Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and
poetry by d.knape
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