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I’ve always loved the beautiful old city of New Orleans
Visiting friends here, and working here numerous times
But very sadly, the once ‘Big Easy’ is no longer the same
It’s no longer a place filled with love, and laughter sublime
Entire neighborhoods still stand silently abandoned and rotting
With no water or electrical power, so long after Katrina came
As I sadly wander these most desolate eerie neighborhood streets
I have to wonder if the once great New Orleans, will ever rise again
As I diligently search through mildew infested buildings and homes
Attempting to find starving dogs and cats, still tragically hiding there
I am truly saddened and sickened by the remnants of once happy lives
At each and every devastated home I now enter, I have to stop and stare
Once treasured family keepsakes, and photo albums, and life’s mementos
Now lie forlornly scattered about on muddied, mildewed floors and walls
Once friendly dogs and cats lurk silently in the dark shadows, like ghosts
Racing away in fear, from every human approaching down blackened halls
These so very callously forsaken creatures no longer trust any human being
The only way to help them now is to set out live-traps with some bits of food
Then to hide in the deep dark shadows myself, hoping that they take the bait
The heartbreak that I’ve felt here, has left me in a truly depressed, somber mood
I have witnessed far too much carnage and utter devastation here in this old city
And I will carry these painful images in my heart and soul, for the rest of my life
Yet, my feelings and emotions must be a fragment of those who once lived here
Who must now live forever, with these horrid images, filling their minds with strife
I came upon a gentleman courageously attempting to renovate his cherished old home
Having been born here in this place sixty-four years ago, here he truly yearns to remain
Yet, he very sadly realizes in his heart and soul that unless most of his neighbors return
City officials will soon bulldoze his entire neighborhood, utilizing ‘Eminent Domain’
One miserably cold and rainy afternoon, as I enter a dark devastated abandoned home
I find the skeletal remains of someone’s once cherished pet, peering up into my eyes
That’s the moment when all these forsaken, forgotten, ghosts of New Orleans appear
And that’s when I sit with them for hours in the rubble, and that’s when I begin to cry
Images of these many forlorn and forgotten ghosts will always remain,
Of the once extremely vibrant and very majestic city of New Orleans;
And now I wonder, how many places just like her, there will soon be,
Now, that once benign Mother Nature, has turned so viciously mean
And Please Visit The Website Listed Below;
This Could Happen In Your Neighborhood
©2007, Mr. Ed
Animal Rescue New Orleans
You must keep the good times before Hurricane Katrina
alive in your poems Ed!
I've gotten all my pets through abandonment and the local shelter. I would never pay for an animal from a pet store.
Please go out and take in a animal who has been abandoned or go to your nearest shelter. Don't forget to give to your local shelter or animal rescue as well as these organizations need our help. These animals need our help and our love!
Thank you for keeping this issue in the forefront. ;) Silver
Love,
Taylor
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
could it be that the self-righteous BUSH thinks he's the burning one from Mt. Sinai?
or maybe he's just confused, and thinks N.O. is either Sodom or Gommarrah, and it he looks he'll turn into a pillar of SALT?
Naaah -- he's already a pillar of HORSE-SHIT! TK,
Be safe,
Karen
Elizabeth
Blessings ...
Richard
A city that will never recover
Thanks to the Red tape of the so call "FEMA"
and all involved, we can dish out billions to other over seas
yet we can not take care of our own.
peace be with you
William
Love Tinky
All the bovine scatterings we heard about it being rebuilt..huh Rome was built faster....
Is this way down yonder in Eden, in the garden of new orleans, then a bush eats an apple?
newfie Hugs, Rose
Love to You Ed.
Ann from Gulfport, MS
Two years, 42.800 hours, if a bell call every second for each of them hours, America will become mad and deaf by the crying bronze.
Georg
My daughter, Vanessa, adopted a lab from the Labs for Rescue foundation. She has a beautiful Chocolate lab that was rescued from New Orleans. He is a joy and as she has saved his life, so has he saved hers. One day I shall tell of her story and his. It is a very bittersweet one at that!
Peace and love and light to you my Nature friend,
Amber "V"
Katrina on both our minds: tragic. And some of them are still waiting...a powerful telling, excellently expressed sadness.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Thank you again for painting the pictures through effective words and feelings. You produced memories for me---I experienced the same horror when Hurricane Iniki hit Kaua'i, Hawaii and then later Hurricane Charlie in Central Florida. It took years to recover and I went through chain saws and generators. In all, I have personally experienced 5 hurricanes and one tsunami.
I supposed where I am now is a major storm in and of itself but a different magnitude on the Reality Scale.
Though the tempests brought out the good in people, the destruction and incidents that follow do not. The sadness is the time of eternity to normalcy and the effected lives. You write so well of the rubble--- bearing a continuing reminder of the destructive power of nature and evidently the indifference and apathy of mankind.
Aloha my good stateside Buddy-
Myles
Walt
We all feel this empathy!!!!!
Sandie May Angel :o(