Florida is Home

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    Florida is Home

    From the migration of the Bald Eagle
    to the retiree in his Buick Regal,
    They both take flight
    to see Florida's winter sight.
    A white Christmas isn't hard to reach,
    All you need is the nearest beach.
    No matter how far I roam,
    Florida will always be home.
    Spring begins in a burst of flowers
    And of course the afternoon showers.
    My favorite time is when,
    the tourists start to leave again.
    They say they can't stand the heat.
    I say summer in Florida can't be beat.
    Dry skin in summer for me is rare,
    because of the humidity that's in the air.
    It doesn't matter if it's hot,
    you can always find a shady spot.

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    zaphnathpaaneah commented on Florida is Home

    02-13-2009

    very nice poetry! keep up the good work.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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