There was frost found this morning
On the window of the truck
In the driveway
It was a shadowed reminder
That again time
Is still on the move
Memories of sunshine
Falling on sand
And the whitecaps out to
Where the ocean began
You’d better keep
These warm memories
Somewhere close at hand
OR say via con dios
And catch the next
Jumbo jet for Ocha Rios
And we can hold our arms wide
While the airplane does glide
Into Montego Bay
And unbutton our shirts in the 80 degrees
They are having that day
And the wait on the bus wasn’t
So much a fuss when the
Driver put the Red Stripe in my hand
And in two hours
I’m going to build some castles
In somebody else’s sand
It didn’t take long
To get the other folks loaded
Our baggage stacked to the sky
And we sang Margaritaville
Over and over as the miles went by
We were all on our way
And starting to feel better
And could ignore that our bus driver
Was a Jamaican Bobsledder
And thank goodness we didn’t hit
That cow that was
Hanging out on that road
And the brake pads that nearly
Rearranged our load
Were we all on time that was borrowed
But we were on island time
When our feet hit the ground
There was frost found this morning
On the window of a truck
In the driveway somewhere
And with my toes in the sand
Ain’t this just what I planned?
And thank God I’m not there
©MM

Actually, since I am still sitting here in western Mass and its pretty cold Mr Bigglesworth, this poem is more a fond memory than live action