Difference is a big word The margins in people’s definitions of Certain words and conditions Can also be huge and beyond our imaginations We may fly on an airplane to our destination One hundred years ago it was not thought of We have earned our vacation and fly south for a month or two Back when, vacation was just continuing your work as usual I drive to an airport. A plane takes me to Minnesota I transfer to a plane flying me to Fort Myers, Florida My brother picks me up and we drive to Punta Gorda We see different trees and an array of wet lands Punta Gorda has many ponds, dug to provide land for building We are in the land where the Seminoles once flourished The Gulf of Mexico is visible and awesome Hurricanes at one time or another ravished the land Snowbirds pray for good weather and safety They are not equipped to tend with problems They look for and easy entry and exit Back when, the farmers wanted water and tillable land We drive on U.S. Highway 75 which would Take you to Sault Saint Marie, Michigan if you chose We could pick up Hwy. 41 to Copper Harbor The early farmers wanted a safe dirt road to town We pass boat yards and villages offering the lure of fishing And can see the tall church steeples built years ago We arrive home to unpack and then leave to shop The farmers survived on their wits and own produce We have nothing to do except read, write and lounge There is no inconvenience except for excessive traffic In the end we fly home to return to normal life Before landing tractors working land have been witnessed We seem obsessed with doing these things The farmers by nature’s demand performed daily We complain because of minor obstacles Farmers had no time for that, but labored on We wait for spring. It will be here soon The farmers hued beams and sawed boards Gathered ice and stored for the summer They prepared their tools for work We do not know the difficulty of their strife But to think that we have it tough is a laugh We too face difficulties but relatively speaking Our life is a breeze compared to those brave pioneers Stanski March 4, 2020 ^
Once more you nailed it Steve. Betty Jo an I lived in Punta Gorda for twelve years; on a pond, on a site that once was a gladioli farm.
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