Walterrean Salley

Savannah, Georgia, USA

Walterrean Salley is a poet and an avid poetry lover. She discovered her gift during high school, and has sought to perfect it ever since. She is very active in her local church. She writes for all occasions. Her poems are loved by adults and children (who even memorize them). They are read on programs, and are used for other events. She is inspired by many things, but also writes from personal experiences. Writing keeps her focused. She loves to read the works of others. One of her philosophies is: "You must first dream your dreams, and then live them."

Hurricane Season (1995)

Tis a season bringing fear,
Beginning June 1st each year,
With destructive winds and rain,
The season of the hurricanes:
For costly time our city vied
In June, nineteen ninety-five,
When on the very second day,
A hurricane was in array:
June third of ninety-five,
Hurricane Alison passed us by:
And again, Savannah is blessed,
And grateful for a haven of rest.
Each year, this prayer I pray:
Lord, keep the storms away.
While the perilous season lasts,
Protect us from potential blasts;
Shelter us from nature's wrath,
Even when November's past.

You Never Gave Up On Me

Lord, I rejected You,
But You accepted me:
I eluded You,
But You pursued me:
I said, "no," but You heard "yes,"
I wanted no ties,
But You desired all of me.
I was blind, You gave me clarity.
When I didn't understand myself,
You understood every part of me;
And today, Lord, I'm so glad,
You never gave up on me.

Would Savannah Be The Next To Mourn

Would Savannah be the next to mourn?
Would she be spared each time?
Does she face certain forlorn?
Must she surely pine?
We wept for Charleston, Miami, Cape Fear,
And those whose destiny would be,
But wonder what plight yet awaits
The fairest "city by the sea."
For years the storms eluded us
As we narrowly escaped:
The threat of each potential hit
Could have sealed our fate.
Never on our laurels retire,
But prayerfully we brace the winds,
Trusting that each year, our God
Will see us through November's end.
Dearest "city by the sea,"
Savannah is your name;
Blessed! How blessed you are...
To be sheltered from the hurricanes.