Everyday a Hurricane
By Courtney Beck
After the Hurricane
Hit New Orleans
I went to Jazz City
To see what could be done
Hundreds gathered
Early one morning
Rallying for orders
and direction
Our leader took to
a makeshift metal stage
An open top,
turned upside down,
Elevating him
above the crowd.
He shouted
from his belly
That Jazz city
would rise again because
Lumber and nails
could join together
Via voluntary hands
The crowd
shook off their slumber
As his cadence quickened
into shouts of
Togetherness.
Excitement
filled the air
in audible crescendo
as my neighbor;
a German native
cheered and laughed from
her guts.
“Oh how wonderful!”
She exclaimed.
“This is all
So incredibly
AMERICAN!”
A hurricane hit my
neighbor’s house last night.
His father just
passed away
There’s no day
Quite like this day
To be an
American.
Courtney Beck Writes 