The Crystal Lady

The Poet's Corner

Thirty Pieces of Silver
A Collection of Poems
By Joan Estelle High
©1994-2005
Book Four


Story of New Orleans 

by Joan Estelle High
©
9-8-2005.

Water, water every where but not a drop to drink.
Nothing left  fit to eat, Food all spoiled in this heat.
I will probably die right here, is all that I can think.
Is there any body left , I can’t even see the street .

I sit on top my roof with the hot sun beating down.
I don’t know  how long I will have to be here alone ,
or just how long it will be before I  too will drown.
I hear the neighbor lady crying and I hear her moan.


In the water I see dead people floating by,  face down.
Coke bottles, loaves of bread float from the corner store
I  can see sharks swimming by and alligators abound .
I wonder if anything ever be back to normal any more.

I  have seen some military helicopters flying over head
But they do not  see me or answer my frantic wave.
I feel my life slowing running out,  know soon I’ll die.
 I am scared to know I  too might  face a watery grave.


It is sad to realize that every thing I had is now gone,
 I have lost my home , my car , my job, and my life.
Some of these  I can replace someday, some how,
But I have also lost  forever my most  precious wife.

It may be true she and I never had quite enough money,
And sometimes our  life was a struggle to just survive.
Even if we worked hard , we always stayed  together,
  We did  some how  always  managed  to stay alive.


 My wife  knew I  would  try to take good care of her,
She counted on me to do the  best  that  I knew how.
But some how I let her go and slip away  from me,
When Hurricane  Katrina's winds began to howl.

The ugly  flood waters pulled her from my grasp,
The waters spilled out so violently from the lake.
But I will miss her,. love her and think of  her ,
until the very last breaths that  I  shall ever take

I wish I could have told her that I loved her,
one more time and said out last good by.
I wish I could have held her safe and tight
Maybe it was just her appointed time to die.

The very last thing she ever said to me ,
was " Be sure and take care of the family "
then she was gone, she  floated out of sight.
Now the  damp darkness surrounds me
and I can but shiver in the chilly night.

The storm clouds have finally gone their way,
I look up at  the heavens, I see stars so bright.
I believe help will surely come for me  tomorrow
If I just hold on and  make it though the night

I believe that as long as the stars stay in place
Then my God  must still be on His throne..
Some how that thought seems to comfort me,
and I know in my heart that I am not alone. 



Song playing is "City of New Orleans"

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