Katrina, such a pretty name,
Like tinkling of a
bell...
Alas what's really in a name?
It's mighty hard
to tell.
She seemed to be like one possessed,
Filled with
fury and with wrath...
Spared nothing that she reached to
touch,
Destroyed all in her path.
Katrina's somewhere out
of sight,
Most of her wrath now spent...
She's history that we
didn't need,
Her efforts seemed hell bent.
Our thoughts
and prayers are with those,
Who struggle now each day....
To
stand upon their feet again,
Mourn all things swept
away.
I'd never name a daughter now,
'Katrina' and that's
sad...
For she would be reminder of,
The worst of what was
bad.
(c) 08/31/05 Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi playing
is: Angel Flying
