9 days, so many miles, one team, one goal – HELP
When the car started, I wondered why.
Took a deep breath and let out a sigh.
Had no idea what was ahead of me,
No clue to what I would see.
We are just a bunch of teens
How could we help the thousands in New Orleans?
Such destruction beyond compare
Nearly hurt your eyes, but had to stare.
Yet, everyone who lived there was happy
When their situation was just downright crappy.
I was a volunteer
And to me it was clear
House number one two three three
You changed me.
The people living inside of you
And what they had to go through.
One living with cancer
And had thousands of dollars stolen from her.
Curse that contractor.
In those days, it wasn’t just memories and tears.
It showed another way life appears.
Never will I ever take my home for granted.
For in my mind, the broken hearts and homes will remain planted.
Lives were lost
At such a cost.
Hurricane Katrina was a storm
That left a city completely torn.
Every time I pray to the Lord.
I tell him to please never forget the Lower 9th Ward.
by Cara Dooley, Marcellus High School
