Old Florida Is Gone...

by Pwayko Skybank

Old Florida Is Gone...

"The Sunshine State is where I was raised,
I love it here, but it sure has changed.
It’s nothing like it used to be,
If you’re from around here, it’s not hard to see.
It’s more than Disney and more than the beach,
The good Old Florida seems so far out of reach.
Eight hundred people move here every day,
There’s plenty to go around, at least that’s what they say.
That old oak hammock where I shot my first buck,
It’s been taken for phosphate; that’s just my luck.
Those old orange groves, me and the boys used to run,
They’re all concrete now, but the old times were fun.
That old lake where we’d fish and swim,
It’s all been sprayed and it’s looking kinda grim.
They keep pushing up pines to replace them with homes.
They won’t stop until it’s all gone.
They keep stacking up condos on concrete walls,
Cutting down trees for big shopping malls.
Another ranch sold, that’s what I heard today,
Another HOA is coming, that’s what they say.
She used to be salt creeks and white sandy beach,
now it’s all concrete canals where all the sewer leaks.
The water was once clear, the fish kept us fed.
But now every year, the tide turns red,
They aren’t going to stop until it’s all dead.
Man, I sure wish to save this old State,
but I’m all but certain it’s too late.
But I’ll keep on dreaming of the good old times,
When this state was still wild and the majority was pines.
Oh, how I wish they’d leave this Old Florida alone,
But they aren’t going to wake up until it’s all gone.
- Author Unkown. 

Pwayko Skybank

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