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My Florida Vacation by Jon Garrison July 5, 2007 I went to Florida on my vacation He ran with the bulls down in Spain I told him about the Jacksonville sun He told me of Rome in the rain I spoke to a small group at church He was speaking to hundreds in his teens The dinner I described at Red Lobster Brought on stories of Paris cuisine My two bedroom house on the hill Brought to mind a mansion he once had He followed a mention of my sniffles With his story of pneumonia gone bad That close call I had on the highway Was like the time when he nearly died His spirit was hovering near the ceiling As he started to walk toward the light I've been trying to give up cigarettes He told me how he gave up cocaine He hoped that headaches I'd been having Wouldn't be like that tumor on his brain I started an exercise program He's training for his third marathon That theatre play I thought might be good "Don't bother".(he'd already gone) I'm going to Florida on my vacation He's headed for the Amazon rain I'll tell him "I was captured by Martians" He'll reply, "well--they're back again?" About the author: I am 51 years old, married and a father of three almost adults. I am a clinical psychologist, and have a practice in Tullahoma, Tennessee. My wife is also a clinical psychologist, so there is no shortage of long discussions as to the meaning and mode of words. | | | |
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