Wanderin Man - 3 - The Keys (poem) by Richard Lee King on AuthorsDen

Wanderin Man - 3 - The Keys
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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The Wanderin Man Saga continues - Winterin in the Florida Keys

*WANDERIN MAN* “THE KEYS” I wandered out of Michigan plannin on winterin in the Keys, after a stop in Atlantic City visitin with my favorite squeeze. I’ll arrive before the “Snowbirds” lookin to find myself a job I don’t want fer much, but I refuse to become a slob. I’ll play a little gitar, maybe fill in with the band I’ll drink a lota beer stick my toes into the sand. Winterin in the Keys is my way of avoidin the world. It’s been years since my last reveille when I watched as the flag unfurled. Ya, I once wore the uniform always doin as I was told. The biddin of Uncle Sam is what taught me to avoid the cold. Now each year I visit Key West though I winter at Marathon Key, seems always takin orders had got the best of me. These days I don’t much worry about which is right er wrong, seldom do I make a fist, I’ve learned to jist git along. Mostly I jist roll with the punches, livin on the fly, each day’s a new adventure as I practice gittin by. Tonight I’ll have some drinks maybe shoot a few games of pool, I’ll seek a wannabe hustler, then I’ll take his ass to school. to be continued..... *Copyright* *© 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.*

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on April 13, 2012

I spent a couple of spring breaks in the keys with college buddies in the early 70's scuba diving and camping out. Coral is HARD to sleep on. Enjoying. Patrick

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on April 8, 2012

Sure is a great story, Richard....

Anna

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 7, 2012

Reads like a plan, man. Contrary to Jerry, I think you're seeking something else. My twin brother has spent the last two Januarys in the Keys and finds them just fine. If you can play the guitar, all the better.

Ron

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on April 6, 2012

Ah, you can have the the keys, Richard. I wandered down there a few time on my own, but I think what I saw I had already outgrown. Old men still trying to rock out with Easy Rider and all that went with it. Couldn't handle it, in face, I have a sour taste of the whole damn state, but the keys taste the worse. That's just me. Everybody has their own thing. Enjoying the series, don't let this downer put you in a bad mood, buddy.

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Delightful! I like your style. Reading this is like watching a man in comfortable clothes (albeit unsloppy) be himself with an admirably comfy smile. ~~ Diana