Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Treme

Katrina tried to wash away
All the New Orleans neighborhoods.
I am the one that's called Treme.
Once marsh and mossy covered woods,
Then mostly African folks came,
And called me home hundreds of years.
Though nothing ever stays the same,
Except good music to my ears.
And now the world can get a chance
To see me on my T.V. show.
My folks, they eat and sing and dance.
Come check us out on HBO.

New Orleans hospitality.
Find the finest and you've found me.