Off Topic--Hurricane Poetry Relief

[Houstonia]

In honor of Izzy...

Hurricane by Leon Everett

Thirty miles out in the gulf stream I can hear those south winds moan.
Bridges are looking lower, shrimp boats hurrying home.
Old man down in the Quarter, slowly turns to me,
Took another sip of whiskey, looked at me and said.

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain 'neath that Loosyana Moon.
Don't mind the strain of a hurricane, she comes around every June.
That high black water she's the Devil's daughter, she's hard and
she's cold and she's mean
We finally taught her that it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans.

Man come down from Chicago, gonna set that levee right.
Said it's got to be three feet higher or it won't make it through the night.
Old man down in the Quarter said "Don't you listen to that boy"
"Water be down by mornin', son; he'll be on his way to Illinois."

Yeah I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain 'neath that Loosyana Moon.
Don't mind the strain of a hurricane, she comes around every June.
That high black water she's the Devil's daughter, she's hard and she's cold and she's mean
We finally taught her that it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans.

[JCT777]

Nice poem, Houstonia! Thanks for posting it.