It is
that time of year.
The
folks who can, leave the cold of the northeast and head to the warmer climes of
Florida for the winter or an extended visit. The permanent residents of Florida
call them "snowbirds."
Thousands
of people head south in trains and rarely drive the distance from Virginia to
Florida. The auto-train is the preferred method of transportation if you are
taking your car with you. I went down twice on the auto-train. My experience
led to the following poetic ditty.
Snowbirds
© 2008
Rolland G. Smith
Quilted
coats, shuffled steps and canes
Are what
you find on South bound trains.
The
halt, the lame, the elderly
The ill,
the weak, and crotchety
Are
Florida bound in cubby holes
With all
their flaws and hairy moles.
Snowbirds
they’re called without respect.
They
flock to Florida’s warmth prospect.
If you
are younger and can watch
Count
the wrinkles, connect the blotch,
And you
will see where you may be
Before
they site your eulogy.
It is
with respect that I acknowledge the elder in others and within myself and I
understand just how close I am to the poetic expression of my words. The only
counsel I would give all who call themselves or see themselves or know
themselves to be elderly is to smile, laugh, tease the young and throw your
healthful caution to the wind for it will carry you to places of wonder that
cannot be seen or experienced in the morning light of youth.
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