Lived
In
Florida
For
A
Year
When
I Was
A
Kid,
We
Surely
Did.
Oranges
Grew
On
Our
Front
Yard
Tree,
All
For
Free.
No
One
Ate
Them
But
Me,
And
I Recall
They
Tasted
Of
The
Sea.
Old
Folks
Were
Everywhere,
Inhaling
Salt
Air,
Tanned
To
Leather
In
The
Steamy
Weather,
Each
One
Baking
Like
Biscuits
In
The
Sun.
I Was
Very
Young
And
Whiled
Away
The
Days
And
Soon,
We
Left,
To
Live
Another
Way.