Mosquito Beaters 2016

Mosquito Beaters 2016 by Franklin Price 1/102016 We gather each year, the mosquitoes to beat We come to this place our old friends to meet To talk of good times, of the orange groves that grew, Of the life we had then and the things that are new To get sand in our feet, salt wind in our hair, Reminisce of our youth when we hadn't a care When we left our doors open; did not bother to lock We did not have TV's or a digital clock Trees lined the causeway and it was two lane The bridges swung open, for the boats, what a pain The cars had to wait until they passed through We shut off our engines. What else could we do? We had to save gas. The high cost made us weep. Eighteen cents a gallon was not very cheap Made a dollar an hour at the old five and dime To the drive-ins we went to have a good time One had good burgers with an order of fries The other had movies to entertain eyes Stayed in the car when to them we would go A few still exist, but not here, that I know The Space Center came and it was very soon We sent rockets to space and a man to the moon Built big tall bridges and four laned the roads Got rid of the orange groves to make more abodes Through these times came more people to retire or work That this place has now changed is not really a quirk So we meet and recall from our memory's log When mosquito trucks sprayed and we ran through the fog