
With the hurricane season fast approaching, I wanted to share this poem in memory of the 1,833 victims who perished in Hurricane Katrina, and for the survivors, the Who Dats, the real people of New Orleans, who have struggled to rebuild their lives...
Hurricane Katrina: Couldn’t Wash Away New Orleans
Hurricane Katrina couldn’t wash away our culture...
She couldn’t wash away our pride...
She could never kill New Orleans...
No matter how hard she tried....
She couldn’t wash away our music...
She couldn’t wash away our spirit...
She could never kill the Crescent City...
We Who Dats would never hear of it...
She blew into our New Orleans...
In late August of 2005...
She smashed into our levees...
Like a fast pitch line drive...
Soon our weak levees gave way to her meanness...
The brown water covered most of our beloved city...
While the rest of the country shook their heads in dismissal...
New Orleans’ survival was indeed not looking pretty...
But the Who Dats stare danger...
Right back in its ugly face...
As a family we gather together...
As a community we strongly embrace...
The people of New Orleans...
Don’t take nothin’ lying down...
We are the Who Dat Nation...
We are the talk of the town...
Hurricane Katrina couldn’t wash away our culture...
She couldn’t wash away our pride...
She could never kill New Orleans...
No matter how hard she tried....
She couldn’t wash away our music...
She couldn’t wash away our spirit...
She could never kill the Crescent City...
We Who Dats would never hear of it...
Once the water left our City...
And our people came back home...
It was time to clean up our houses...
And our beloved Superdome.
Soon arrived the Neville Brothers...
The Dirty Dozen and Dr. John...
Then came Lil Queenie and da Radiators...
Our jukeboxes were finally turned on...
Vince Vance & The Valiants returned...
And the Wild Magnolias, too....
Then Harry Connick Jr finally arrived...
With his entire film and sound crew...
Then Deacon John and Irma Thomas...
And finally Ellis Marsalis and Allen Toussaint...
‘They All Axed for You’ was playin’ loud...
New Orleans was back without no restraint...
Hurricane Katrina couldn’t wash away our culture...
She couldn’t wash away our pride...
She could never kill New Orleans...
No matter how hard she tried....
She couldn’t wash away our music...
She couldn’t wash away our spirit...
She could never kill the Crescent City...
We Who Dats would never hear of it...
When our own Fats Domino finally arrived back on the scene
People started to smile again cuz New Orleans was getting clean.
They started cooking gumbo and the Saints started to win.
New Orleans was finally back on its dancin’ feet again.
Soon the snowball machines were humming and the parades were running on schedule.
The king cakes were baking and we could buy Roman candy.
Shrimp were getting boiled and crawfish were getting peeled.
The people started smiling cuz the Katrina wounds were getting healed.
Hurricane Katrina couldn’t wash away our culture.
She couldn’t wash away our spirit, couldn’t wash away our pride.
She couldn’t wash away our music or how we like to party.
She could never kill New Orleans, no matter how hard she tried.
© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice
This and many other original poems can be found in “Defining Moments” which is now available in the e-book format and paperback on Amazon and other major e-book distributors. Click on this link for more information. Enjoy!
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About the Creator
Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Jeffrey worked for years in New York City and Washington D.C. while traveling throughout Europe, Africa, Asia, and even spent some time in Antarctica. But the true discoveries came from inside himself, and that poetic journey is shown here.




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