Florida’s Children
© Michael Jurgensen

Born in Gulf waters,
Raised in clear rivers,
Playful in winter
In springs ever mild.
Ungainly in feature,
She’s God’s gentlest creature.
No mother to teach her,
She’s Florida’s child.

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We’re Florida’s children,
Sharing this great land,
Brother and sister,
Never alone.
So save and protect her,
Nurture each other,
In turn we will always
Call Florida home.

White wings spread, first flight
Reflecting dawn’s soft light,
Morning’s fresh silence
Pierced by her call.
A new day awakening,
Her hungry young beckoning,
There’s bounty awaiting
For Florida’s child.

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Raised to respect her,
Honored to keep her,
Her children will love her
All of their lives.
A new babe is born on
This warm, misty morning,
Your teaching will form him
As Florida’s child.

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