Florida Autumn Blues

Yankee frustration in the hot house swamp gator state

Here in the endless summer sun
There seems no change of season
Chasing dreams of constant fun
In this land of no rhyme or reason

Just one colorful leaf I’d like to see
Or smell the sweetness of autumn soil
Crimson, orange, yellow up on the tree
Eludes me in the land of summer toil

De Leon’s land of constant flora annoy
Give the death that autumn brings
While northward peoples apples enjoy
At least we have our beautiful springs

God has gracefully placed us here
In this endless summer colon of the nation
Why is it we are not of good cheer?
And eager to take our bags to the station

Oh love, at least I have you
Beautiful, strong and straight
We can only do what we can do
And try our best not to hate.