Dear Daytona

Dear Daytona,

Where did you go?

My Daytona away from the race track and beach home’s,

A place it seems not to many have seen.

 

With summer time rain showers,

On a tin roof older than me.

A sweet smell that fills the air always,

The south has left its mark on me.

 

How did you stand so tall and strong,

In the face of so many storms?

It seems as if you will never completely crumble.

 

Can you not fall grandmas hundred year old house?

A piece of Florida’s nature now,

Something like a monument now.

Unto a gorgeous ancient world

 

Stay strong dear Daytona,

In the face of every storm.

If the beach homes and race track is what you become,

Still one day I will return.