I hear palm fronds
drinking rain.
The saw palmettos
point in vain.
The Spanish moss
invades live oaks.
I don't mind though,
it helps me cope.
The Australian pines
are my favorite kind.
Needles like hair,
they shush the air.
This is a place
where ospreys prey.
They soar, they sing,
they're up all day.
It makes no difference
where I go.
I come back here,
it's what i know.
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