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Blow, Blow Seminole Wind

 

I heard this song years ago, and thought it was really awesome.  The artist, Jon(or John) Anderson captured the mystery of the Everglades.  It's basically a song about how the land where the Seminoles once roamed, and treated with the utmost respect, have been driven out by progress.

Although the song came out years ago, it is a great illustration of how things are now...wilderness is getting spoiled by greed and industry...Nothing is sacred anymore.

My favorite line in the song is "The last time I walked in the swamp and stood up on a Cypress stump, I listened close and I heard the ghost of Osceola cry."

How chilling those words are...sadly, I don't think he's the only one who's crying.


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