A Blast From The Past

Pardon the pun in the title, but this is a poem written after Hurricane Katrina wreaked so much havoc on New Orleans, a few years ago now. I was reminded of it today when I read a poem by my friend Monna Ellithorpe, also about a hurricane saying much the same things but in a very different style. As I have never included it this blog, I take this opportunity to address that now.

It was actually intended as a song - a folksy type of song - but after I had written the lyrics I found it difficult to actually sing them; or rather to put a tune to them. After some time trying I decided it should be a poem. The very first poem I had written - after years of writing song lyrics ! Hope you enjoy reading it

The Wind

The Wind sighed,

and the world turned.

The Wind whispered, 

But no one heard.

The Wind wondered, 

But no answer came.

The Wind cried, please

But few took heed.

The Wind shrieked, 

But the suffering had started.

The Wind warned us all,

But who had noticed.

And the world turned.

The Wind howled, 

But was it now too late

The Wind became man's enemy,

And they asked, each one,

Why didn?t we listen

Why didn' we care

Why didn't we do enough

We could have helped

And the world turned.

The Wind tore through

The remaining years.

Why didn't we listen

And the world turned,

In upon itself

If you should want to read more of mu early work, it is available to read or for free download on SCRIBD, Poems And Endings And Lost Loves