I joined the world in mourning a loss recently. I’ve always held a love for palm trees and beaches, even as a child. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone when I finally discovered his music and fell in love with it. Throughout our travels, when my husband and I are near a Margaritaville, we stop to buy something, whether it be a t-shirt, hat, or only a magnet.  I watch past concerts on Margaritaville TV or listen to the albums when I need a lift or a dose of summer in the dredges of winter. A dozen or so songs are always on my mixed playlists.  

While working on my book, I became distracted by a rhythmic verse. Poetry is not my forte, but I don’t think he would mind. RIP Jimmy

Margaritaville is on my mind
As the world says its final goodbye
The man, the myth, the legend
Now lazing amid palm trees in heaven

A songwriter, sailor, and surfer
From books to biplanes to Broadway
His visions crossed the oceans
And invited all to the party

Jimmy Buffett has left the building
The Parrotheads are in mourning
A margarita raised
A toast made
To a man who could never be forgotten