Pensacola

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Pensacola
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: September/2013

I miss 
those days
back in
Pensacola -

Haven't gone
back
in a
long, long
while -

I remember
all 
the years
going
back
to the
beach house,

and 
the fond
 memories
that
were
left behind -

Then 
all at once,
like
a 
Cyclone,
the worst
storm ever
came
roaring in -

People
were ordered
to
evacuate,
and
live's were
displaced
forever -

The
last time
I was 
there,


It was
a feeling
of
emptiness,
and
sadness,

The storm
was
a disaster
that
no one
could
conceive -

When I
look back
on 
those days
before
the
storm -

I can still
hear 
the  joy;
laughter,

see the
unbelievable
sunsets,

and
hear the
romantic 
sounds
from the
Gulf -

That's what
I'll alway's
remember -

Not 
what happened,
But
the beauty
of
Pensacola -

Even though 
all that's
left,
is a
concrete 
graveyard 
with
remnant's
of
house
foundation's
lined along
the
white sand
beach -

Long gone
are the 
children voices 
echoing
upon
a breeze -

It's heart
wrenching 
to think,
that
this was
once
a place
called home -

Don't know
when
I'll 
go  back
there -

But
the memory's
of
Pensacola,
will
never be
forgotten,

It's in 
my heart
forever -

I miss
those days
down on
Pensacola
beach -
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace