Story Of New Orleans Poem by Shirley Morgan

For me I give my condolences to the Mopkin's family in New Orlean's. It's just something to think about New Orlean's.
Is it the Riverwalks, the food, jazz or your roots.

They say Life is what we make it. Did my heritage make that? (Hurricane Katrina) .
Is that what Wall street wants you to believe. Even, ' The white Wall Street dog ' made a name for himself and has an exhibit at the museums.
Talking about low down dirty shame. Shame, shame.
New Orlean's can mean something different to different people. Were you there when they wrote dead dog on my house?

Was it your home that had to be moved out of?
It was like leaving the seasoning out of the gumbo!

Did you see the bodies washed a shore?
People came from near and far.
Shall we dance. Wait, wait. Let me put my taps on my shoes so you can hear me.Or do you want to hear me.

The storms of life will come again will you be ready.
The storms of life can be heard through my taps. The storm continues to come from the east and west shall we dance.
Will you be ready to dance or turn a blind ear to the tap of the storm.