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A Florida Tale

by Mr. Ed — Read all 1,530 poems by Mr. Ed

Monday, July 18, 2005


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“IN THIS SEPULCHRE


REST THE BONES OF A MAN


WHO WAS A LION BY NAME


AND STILL MORE SO BY NATURE”


 


 


The Epitaph of Juan Ponce


 


 


This tale begins on Easter Sunday in the year 1513


On a grand sailing ship of the gigantic Spanish Armada


As Juan Ponce gazed out at the new land he had just discovered


He joyously named it ‘The Place of Flowers’ – or ‘Pescua Florida’


 


As Ponce’s ship the Santiago sailed down the lush Florida coastline


He soon came upon an ancient city built high upon an ocean mound


It was inhabited by a mysterious society of native people called the Calusa


Known as ‘The Fierce Ones’ they didn’t like these foreigners lurking around


 


The Calusa soon launched an attack on Ponce’s ship


So he reluctantly sailed away back to his native Spain


And for eight long years Juan Ponce grew very restless


He was getting bored and his life was now far too plain


 


He had sailed with Columbus on his second voyage


He had conquered Puerto Rico for the Spanish King


Now the man called ‘The Lion’ grew extremely bored


When he heard an ancient tale that made his soul sing


 


He heard the legend of a crystal clear fresh water spring


To drink from it would gloriously give one instant youth


This aging man known as The Lion wanted to live forever


So he embarked on another voyage of discovery very soon


 


He heard this Fountain of Youth was in the Bahamas


Or perhaps in a mystical ancient land called Bimini


So this intrepid anxious conqueror set sail one last time


Now his aging heart and soul were truly filled with glee


 


He instructed his loyal crew to stop at each and every island


He eagerly searched for and drank from each and every spring


Then one day on an isolated atoll he met a mysterious native woman


And a great vision of Ponce de Leon’s destiny to him she would bring


 


She told Ponce that she knew exactly where this ancient ‘youth fountain’ was


She described it in exquisite detail which filled Juan Ponce with complete awe


She told him that it was here his destiny and his future would surely be fulfilled


So the rapidly aging Lion again eagerly set sail for his discovery Pescua Florida


 


On Florida’s southwest coast Ponce de Leon did meet his epic foretold destiny


But the fountain that flowed for him was shaded a deep dark gushing crimson red


The Fierce Ones had been patiently waiting in silent ambush for his expected return


And the jagged shell arrow that pierced his thigh soon rendered this bold old lion dead


 


 


©2005, Ed Kostro


 


 


Juan Ponce of Leon, Spain, credited with the discovery of Florida in 1513, died in Havana, Cuba in July 1521 from the mortal wound he had received on his second voyage to The Place of Flowers.  His body is entombed in the Cathedral of San Juan, and the above epitaph marks his grave.


 


It’s said that the enjoyment of life had been an exquisite pleasure for Ponce de Leon, and that his desire to prolong his earthly existence was extremely intense. This desire also probably made him readily believe the intriguing tales told by Caribbean natives of crystal clear waters flowing from living springs in which he who drank would be instantly endowed with immortal youth and great beauty.


 


Many also believe that Ponce’s death at the hands of The Calusa tribe in Florida was fitting justice for his extremely cruel treatment of the native peoples on the island of Puerto Rico when he became its first Spanish Governor.


 


The Calusa were a mysterious civilization of ancients who had lived on the sandy shores of Florida’s southwest coast for centuries. Their population may have reached as many as 50,000 at one time, and they were described by the Spanish as a very fierce war-like race.


 


They built their homes on reed stilts and wove Palmetto leaves to fashion roofs; they fished for food on Florida’s coasts, bays, rivers, and waterways; and they were very knowledgeable sailors.


 


They were also known as ‘The Shell People’ since they utilized seashells for everything - weapons, utensils, jewelry, and ornaments for their sacred shrines. They also constructed enormous shell mounds off the Florida coast on which they built their cities and sacred temples.


 


One such shell mound site is Mound Key shown in the picture above. Its construction is made entirely of shells and clay, and this site is believed to have been their main city.


 


Archaeologists have excavated many of these ancient Calusa mounds to learn more about these intriguing people. Artifacts such as the mask and the Panther God statue shown above have also been found and are on display in Florida museums.


 


But what happened to them?


 


These ancient Florida natives died out in the late 1700s. Enemy tribes from Georgia and South Carolina began raiding their territory, and many of them were eventually captured and sold as slaves.


 


In addition, diseases such as smallpox and measles were brought into their area by the early Spanish and French explorers, and these diseases eventually wiped out entire Calusa villages.


 


It is now believed that the last remaining Calusa Indians sadly sailed away into the deep blue waters of the Caribbean forever when the Spanish turned Florida over to the British in 1763.





 

 


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Reviewed on October 22, 2008
Ed,

Perfect image, superb write . . . you are a masterful poet!!


Best to you,

Lance

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
Reviewed on February 20, 2008
Ed, this is interesting and informative. You are blessed with the gift of story telling.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead
Reviewed on July 22, 2005
enjoyed the read

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
Reviewed on July 20, 2005
beautiful writing, as always i really appreciate the way you bring the past to life through your poetry, it is really innovative and a very accessible way to learn about something that might otherwise be beyond boring, for many! love the music, too! you should do these pieces as spoken word (with this music behind it), that'd increase your audience even more!

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray
Reviewed on July 19, 2005
very informative, and well written. i love these pieces you write.

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2005
Ed These Tales are so interesting I hope you are going to be making a book of them soon. These are really really interesting and your poems added in them is The exquisite touch of completion.
I really love them. Thanks Ed. (c :)
Spacey 42xoox hope all are doing Better than well.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2005
WONDER IF PONCE KNEW WHAT HIS NAME MEANS? Why am i writing in capitals?

Weird I heard a programme about belivers in a fountain of youth in florida, today.

We could sell -Piddles fountain of youth golden water- $15500 per ounce..

Reviewed by Paul Williams
Reviewed on July 19, 2005
Another Historical masterpiece from your artful pen nice one Ed

Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Reviewed on July 19, 2005
History and you...perfection together...Ed

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2005

Ed Man you are a Maestro de historia'.
And what a wonderous adventurous way you express
these lessons Maestro. I'd have no other way.
Excellent write about an especially intriguing topic,
being that my family all come from Cuba. I knew a little
bit of what you wrote and this made it all the more enhanced
to a delightful creative form of education.
Excellent .....oh, and there was more after all.
thanks, peace and long life of inspired life with true joy',
Rich Criso Suarez

Reviewed on July 18, 2005
Ed,

A marvelous tale, told with beauty and grace; excellent!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)

Reviewed by E T Waldron
Reviewed on July 18, 2005
Little Eddie, I stnad in awe of your historic knowledge! Ever fascinating in the way you present your information you are a born scholar with poetic veins;-) This is outstanding! Thanks for sharing!TL

Reviewed by jude forese
Reviewed on July 18, 2005
excellent, Ed ... your historic pen is on a roll (has been for a while now ;)

Reviewed by Sue Hess
Reviewed on July 18, 2005
ed, i look forward to reading everything you write, it never fails to entertain and teach me something i didn't know. i'm sure i vaguely knew the story of ponce de leon but you brought him to life

Reviewed on July 18, 2005
awesome stuff, eddie; very well done! i salute your talents as a poet and a storywriter, and i am glad that we are friends! i am indeed blessed! bravo!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

uyup..another keeper! :)

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
Reviewed on July 18, 2005
Wonderful offering of poetic history. You write these types so very well. Thanks!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Reviewed on July 18, 2005
And yet another very well written story/poem!!

Ps; Spiderbites aint fun!!

Love Tinky

Reviewed by George Carroll
Reviewed on July 18, 2005
Splendid poem and story.

Reviewed on July 18, 2005

This is a poetic compliance. "A Florida Tale" stimulates
the mind of imagination, and gives a clear picture of history.

Thank You, Poet!


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on July 18, 2005
What a story this is! Its history is so well-researched and well-told by you. You are the gem of the authorsden, for you take pride in posting your informative poetry and that you spent valuable time in researching and the information given in all your poems are so precious to your readers. Thank you so much, Ed!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed on July 18, 2005

He instructed his loyal crew to stop at each and every island
He eagerly searched for and drank from each and every spring
Then one day on an isolated atoll he met a mysterious native woman
And again one more beautiful write from a man whose pen never rests. Keep posting these marvelous poems. thanks


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