Thursday, January 22, 2009
Strawberry Fields Forever
The Winter Strawberry Capital of the world
home of the annual Strawberry Festival
strawberry shortcake sold at corner stands
the smell of the berries warmed under the
Florida sun, fresh from the fields taste
of the sweet juicy pulp on my tongue.
I didn’t plan on living here, too country for
this country raised - turned city girl but here
I am, loving it all, looking out across our densely
treed front yard, to the comforting sight of cows
and cattle egrets where the orange trees used to thrive.
Home isn’t always where you plan to be
some times you end up in a place that
sings to a rhythm you already have and beckons
to you with outstretched arms when you are gone.