Florida My Home - Poem by Mamie Hodge
The roar of the ocean in a tiny sea shell.
The star fish, the Loggerhead Turtle laying
her eggs in the sand.
The tide coming in, the tide going out, that
is what Florida is all about. Coconut and palm trees, poinsettias, orchids
and bougainvilleas, lining the street, plus
a smile and a hand shake from friends you meet.
No other State can offer more, sea going ships,
or a boat to oar. Sunshine day after day and warm all winter
long, birds of all varieties singing a song.
Winter gardens and the citrus trees.
Neighbors when needed helping out, this is
what Florida is all about.
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