The wind blew with a Key West glow,
and I could hear the steel drums ring.
Jimmy Buffett tunes were playing.
I still remember everything.
I had borrowed a Chevy Van,
went all the way on down the keys.
I found my camps on A-1-A
enjoying flowing with the breeze.
The memory is still alive,
nineteen hundred seventy five,
me, my six string, and a bag of weed,
and I was hip and full of jive.
The wind blew with a Key West glow,
and I could hear the steel drums ring.
Jimmy Buffett tunes were playing.
I still remember everything.
I chased the Conch train on my bike,
I listened to the docent's speech,
saw six toed cats at Hemingway,
and met a girl on Smathers beach.
I can return there any time.
It was a place where I felt free,
relaxing with the Key West sun,
that now still shines on memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem and the memories it captures Thanks Barry
Thank you.........................