Florida Pines
by Paul Garfinkel, ©1997

A bird can fly, in from the sea,
Or be blown a thousand miles upon a tropical breeze.
But we are bound, fast to this land,
As we sink our human roots into this shifting sand.
We came in boats, we came in cars,
We cam in numbers nearly countless as the evening stars.
We came on roads, we came on rails,
We came with dreams of endless sun and brightly colored sails

Still some times I think we've gone too far and gotten there to fast,
On this journey to the future from the past.
I hear the words of Will and Gamble as they whisper from behind,
While I'm walking through the Florida pines.

We tamed the land. We turned the ground,
We drove our highways through the Glades and tore the woodlands down.
But we brought the world, and they brought cash,
Then they raised their cane and cows and filled the air with trash.
Now they come in cars, they come in planes,
They come to stand in endless lines despite the daily rains.
But they buy their hats, and they stay out late
To enjoy this plastic vision of the Sunshine State.

Still some times I think we've gone too far and gotten there to fast,
On this journey to the future from the past.
I hear the words of Will and Gamble as they whisper from behind,
While I'm walking through the Florida pines.

But some have come, and some have cared.
They have helped ensure that corners of our world are spared.
They came in boats, they came in cars,
They came with voices in their hearts and played their old guitars.
Now we feel the sun, as we walk the shore,
And hear the verses of the poets who have gone before.
We share their hope, and we share their pain.
We share a vision that a s simpler way will come again.

Still some times I think we've gone too far and gotten there to fast,
On this journey to the present from the past.
I hear the words of Will and Gamble as they whisper from behind,
While I'm walking through the Florida pines.


Paul Garfinkel, 1997

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