Places.

Oh Sarasota.

I was brought in to this world in a town in southern Florida.
Sarasota was the town.
Unfamiliar and new, the sounds are almost deafening.
Everywhere you turn a baby is crying,
Or a taxi cab is honking by.
I smell the aromas of every origin of food.
Italian pizza and spaghetti steaming and tickling your nose.
I watch my steps, as the ground is plated with every color of gum.
And I watch as a 6 year old girl drops her ice cream cone.
She wails out; the torture.
A hot day’s relief vanished.
The sculptures of town tower above me.
I hear the jazz bands playing as I wander the street.
Oh Sarasota, my home sweet home.


North Port.

The sleeping town even when all is awake.
It bores many to sleep, with nothing to do.
Many streets to roam,
But it still is not a home.
The people here are strange,
Impatient and unkind.
Everywhere you turn, a new building rising.
Breaking the precious soil and covering our hope with barriers.
The trees are vanishing beyond our eyes.
Cleared for new homes to stand.
Unjustified sacrifices, because the economy has fallen.
The streets are familiar when you grow up here.
Bike riding and ice cream truck scavengers.
But still, this town is not a home.


Disney World.

The magic in the children’s eyes.
The excitement buzzing as you wander about.
The lines to ride your favorite adventures.
Forever so long and exhausting.
The lightened shining when you finally see him.
The one and only Mickey Mouse.
The magical fireworks of every color.
The princesses so beautiful and kind.
But yet, the empty pocket by the end of the day.
What an amazing place to be,
When magic is everyday and love is eternal.
The one place a child can always belong.
Disney World; where dreams come true.

Hawaii.

The almighty of all tropical paradises.
The rumbling and ever-changing land below your feet.
The lava bubbling with uncertainty.
The frosted glasses filled with pina coladas.
The hula dances telling olden stories and tales.
The leis of every color flower, so sweet smelling and bright.
The sky blue crisp waves begging for a surfer.
Do you challenge Mother Nature at its best?
Hawaii; the relaxing beauty.