Remember the Memories, Remember the Times

Posted By Nevin Trehan, Mar 31, 2009

Dark clouds perpetually in the sky,
A city forgotten by all but cries
For help, it seeks but no one hears,
St. Louis of East just disappears.
When told that one can affect change,

Hard to believe at such close range,
When the rich get rich and the poor get poor,
We search for answers but find no cure.
Staying in a church with fellow friends,

Sharing bathroom items so we could cleanse,
Eating sandwiches made of PB&J,
We set out each morning invoking Labor Day (Do Work Son!).
We started out in a garden of green,

Each one working as part of seventeen.
We planted plants and uprooted roots,
Working with our green thumbs and working boots.
Up in the Arch we went that day,

From the highest point we saw what lay.
Dred Scott Museum we did see,
Ashamed, he was considered mere property.
Dark clouds perpetually in the sky,

A city forgotten by all but cries
For help, it seeks but no one hears,
St. Louis of East just disappears.
When told that one can affect change,
Hard to believe at such close range,

When the rich get rich and the poor get poor,
We search for answers but find no cure.
Ted Drewe’s we went for a treat,
Frozen custard that night, we did eat.

We went out with those from the city,
And forgot a bit about the nitty gritty.
Crossing the bridge to the other side,
Where the dreams of many have not survived.

An intro to the city we did receive,
In the change that was needed we did believe.
Some went to work to feed the poor,
Others drafted memos and leases and created brochures.
Still others sold unwanted clothes,

To the people of E. St. Louis they were exposed.
Dark clouds perpetually in the sky,
A city forgotten by all but cries
For help, it seeks but no one hears,

St. Louis of East just disappears.
When told that one can affect change,
Hard to believe at such close range,
When the rich get rich and the poor get poor,

We search for answers but find no cure.
Tuesday we went to projects of yesterday,
Some went to the zoo and saw monkeys play.
Others took a tour handing made-up food,

To those in need, lightening up the mood.
At night we saw the hockey game,
A playoff spot the Blues did claim.
After which we hit the Landing,

Early to work next day, our mutual understanding.
To kids we taught and then played,
Their futures hindered by what was yet unsaid.
Society, life, and culture we did learn,

The future of St. Louis still of utmost concern.
Dark clouds perpetually in the sky,
A city forgotten by all but cries
For help, it seeks but no one hears,

St. Louis of East just disappears.
When told that one can affect change,
Hard to believe at such close range,
When the rich get rich and the poor get poor,

We search for answers but find no cure.
After learning what was called the Stank-A-Leg dance,
The song of Poker Face was ours to enhance.
From dancing and singing to choreographed moves,

All of those that saw us probably disapproved.
After eating fried food for many a day,
Great character and food parents did portray.
An eventful adventure to Stake ‘n Shake we did make,
Going there after dinner was our mistake.

As we left the Show Me State,
We bring back with us a great weight.
To help those in need was our goal,
We did all we could that it was in our control.

Dark clouds perpetually in the sky,
A city forgotten by all but cries
For help, it seeks but no one hears,
St. Louis of East just disappears.

When told that one can affect change,
Hard to believe at such close range,
When the rich get rich and the poor get poor,
We search for answers but find no cure.

There is much to be done,
Aid we started, we have begun.
We must never forget such a city so great,
Policy, time, and effort it will take.

To the city of St. Louis and the East,
To the city forgotten but has yet to cease.
Thank you for opening our innocent eyes,
Now we must say our sweet goodbyes.

Thank you to all of those that planned it,
It was sad to leave when we safely landed.
Thank you to those that offered support,
I am happy to say great experiences we report.

Dark clouds perpetually in the sky,
A city forgotten by all but cries
For help, it seeks but no one hears,
St. Louis of East just disappears.

When told that one can affect change,
Hard to believe at such close range,
When the rich get rich and the poor get poor,
We search for answers but find no cure.


Thank you to all those that supported our trip. We could not have done it without you!