A Tribute to the Hurricane Katrina Victims

Dear Readers

A poem I’d written sometime in 7th grade (thats about 3 years ago), dedicated to the victims of Hurricane Katrina.

One day, my arm resting on my window sill,
I was gazing at the opposite hill.
My window splattered with rain,
Every drop leaving behind a stain.
With clouds rolling,
And rain falling,
The weather stormed,
As a thunderstorm formed.
I looked up at the sky,
Minutes passed by.
The clouds, dark as ever,
Looked like they’d be there forever.
Extremely hard, the wind was blowing,
Its fury, nature was showing.
The wind blew and it blew,
When it would stop, no one knew.
Seeming to go insane,
The wind soon turned into a hurricane.
It destroyed everything in its way,
Signs of it stopping, were kept at bay.
To God, people begged and prayed,
But everything they tried, failed.
Trees were uprooted,
Houses were evacuated.
People fled their homes,
And sought shelter at the Superdome.
Nature, feeling ruthless,
Rendered thousands homeless.
Nature did not seem pleased,
As the wind of destruction had not ceased.
It did not seem to have had its fill,
But everything else came to a standstill.
There was no food to eat or water to drink,
Even though the place looked like a blocked sink.
On the streets people were left dying,
Everyone was in sorrow and crying.
For these Katrina victims, I sincerely pray,
And hope that once again in their lives, they can have something like a good day.

Yours Ludicrously