"Another orange groves gone today
How many more leave that way
The oranges that blessed this land
and gave this city fame"
Dirt, brush, deserted driveways,
Main grove house foundation
on the land that the sweet smell
Orange blossoms used to bloom.
The stumps and empty field
abandoned and rotten,
Water stopped flowing
through the rock concrete canal
used to cool summer night air
Money driven ideas
Never developed into anything
As the brown weeds
Take over the land
I fear the Groves will all be gone
and left is nothing but sand
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