Near far away Africa, I was born
In the Atlantic, a ways off shore
Little by little I began to grow
As the winds blew me westward: Ho.
The winds kept blowing me across the ocean
Darker and darker and then some rain
Faster and faster I picked up speed
Till someone called me a hurricane.
My picture was taken while way out at sea
On an old cargo ship, a sailor saw me
Decided that I looked really awesome
He caught me on film for the world to see.
Bessie MelVina Carathers
September 23, 2003
Knowing that hurricanes do have names
I wonder what mine will be
Someone said it must start with an "I"
Then I become "Isabel", out over the sea.
About four days I've been whipped around
Crossing the Atlantic in about 5-days
Looks like I'm headed for North Carolina
For minimal damage, the people pray.
Landing ashore with a mighty blast
With flooding and wreckage all around
So much damage I had caused
Still inland I was bound.
Before I would see the death of me
Thru the eastern states I traveled north
Even into neigh-bor-ing Canada
I came a long way before losing all my fury.