Haiti of Yesterday and of Today

I REMEMBER AGES AGO, WHEN I WAS JUST A YOUNG BOY RUNNING WILD, HOW LIFE WAS FAIR AND GENTLE.

PICKING ROCKS AND THROWING THEM AT MANGOES, CHOOSING AMONG SUGAR CANES HOPING I'D FIND THE MOST SUCCULENT ONES, HOW I'D BITE ON  SOME AND THEN THROW SOME AWAY BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT SWEET ENOUGH,  HOW I WOULD PLUCK FRESH FOODS RIGHT OUT OF THE SOIL, EATING THEM WITHOUT ANY WORRIES, CLIMBING ON COCONUT TREES LIKE LIZARDS, DETACHED COCONUTS AFTER COCONUTS, CLIMB RIGHT BACK DOWN, NO HEAVY TOOLS WERE NEEDED, JUST SOME ROCKS WHICH WERE FOUND RIGHT ON THE GROUND, WITH THEM, I'D PEEL THEIR SKINS OFF, THEN I'D DRINK AND DRINK LIKE I WAS AN ADDICT. HIGH IN THE MOUNTAINS, THERE WAS A GOLF STREAM, FROM THE FAR DISTANCE, ONE COULD HEAR THE ROAR OF THE WATERFALL, MIDDAY, ALL THE KIDS WOULD GO THERE  TO HAVE THE TIMES OF THEIR LIVES,  THERE WERE MANGO TREES,  HIGH ABOVE, THEIR BRANCHES  WERE EXTENDED TO THE RIVER, THEY WOULD TEASE US, YELLOW THEY WERE, SWEET AND YUMMY TOO, HMMM, WE WOULD PICK UP ROCKS AND THROW AT THEM, SOME WOULD FALL ON THEIR OWN.

THEY WERE DIFFERENT KINDS, THE KINDS THAT WOULD  TO FIND THE BEST KIND, AND BRINGING BACK HOMES GREEN PINEAPPLES AND WATCH THEIR COLOR CHANGE INTO AN ORANGE COLOR ON MY DINING ROOM TABLES, THAT SHEER FRAGRANCE IT WOULD LEAVE BEHIND WOULD LAST FOR DAYS, AND I NEVER HAD ENOUGH OF IT. YET, AGAIN