The truck loaded with watermelons,
stopped in front of our home, and
the old gentleman
asked my father if he wanted
to buy one of his melons.
"Are they sweet?"
"Yes Suh."
"How much?"
" 25 cents a piece."
"Then, I'll take two of them."
It was
l950 something,
hot summertime,
in the deep south.
Life was much
simplier....the living was easy.
I remember then,
watermelon was a special treat,
for my family
and usually eaten on picnics.
I'm lovin' this time of year when
cantalopes and watermelons
frequent our table.
Have a beautiful day everyone.....Dee Dee
