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The Florida of My Youth – Mosquitoes
By Franklin Price
10/14/2019

The mosquitoes were horrendous, they would blacken out the sky 
Early in the mornings, the mosquito plane would fly
Coming in above the treetops,  he would trigger out the spray
Falling heavily on everything, to make them go away

The falling spray slowed them bit, but many left to bite
Providing fun, for kids to run, a truck came by at night
It sprayed a fog that filled the air, we ran blind in its wake
Could see the tail lights, through the mist, more fun than we could take

Never thought,would do us harm, was filled with DDT
Was found could do us damage, my foggy running friends and me.
I'm still here to write this, though I've got a foggy head
Still can say, I recall that spray, and most mosquitoes now are dead

But in those days, with all those sprays, the mosquitoes won the bout
We lotioned up, or wore long sleeves, whenever we went out
Didn't make much difference, we would slap them when they lit
If lucky, we would kill them, before they sucked our blood a bit

We had no air conditioning, our house was open wide
Doors and windows all were meshed, gave us a place to hide
The sultry days of summer made those little buggers mean
They sent their scouts to find a chink, in the metal of our screen

When we went to bed at night, and when the house was dark
We dicovered just how safe we were, when the big ones came to park
I swear I heard them talking, was in English, and quite clear
“Should we take him to swamp, or should we eat him here?”

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