Saturday, May 17, 2008


Moved down here to Florida
Back in Ninety-two;
Didn't take me long
To fit in someplace new.
And now I complain about
The things the tourists do;
No, I'm not quite a native
But I've been here longer than you!

Yeah, I've been here longer than you,
I'm almost Florida, now;
Half-way to being a cracker,
Talk Southern if I knew how.
Try to take things as slow
As my upbringing will allow;
There's still some Yankee in me
But I'm almost Florida, now!

These days I'm almost Florida,
I'm close, but not quite --
Think about Ohio
When those mosquitos bite
And the bull gators bellow
On a steamy night;
But you couldn't send me back
Without one helluva fight!

So to all those Northerners,
The ones that I once knew,
You'll find me on the beach --
Come and share a brew!
Remember just one thing
and give me my due;
These days I'm almost Florida --
I've been here longer than you!

Stephen Brooke ©2008

A Florida Song from a slightly different angle -- after all, most of us came from someplace else. Even I did, though I came when I was two. Apologies to the late Bobby Hicks for appropriating and convoluting his 'I'm Florida' phrase! The second stanza acts as a repeated chorus here. I don't think this is a particularly good song -- certainly not my best stuff -- but it's ok, I reckon. Maybe needs another verse or two? That might be overkill.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like your poem, Stephen. You know how to evoke the feeling of the place.

It reminds me of when I went to live on the edge of the outback in NSW many years ago. It always takes awhile to feel like you belong, but it you love a place, and I did, then it happens. The locals take their time fully accepting you but once they know you can be trusted and they know ALL about you then they accept you as one of them.