That SmellA Poem by Bill MacEachernMemories of youth
That Smell
That smell you know But can not place It’s from your youth A certain space That smell you know Is so familiar Musty and cool Like an old cellar That smell you know Brings you back Crawling and exploring But not an attic Ahhh, now you know A memory with a torch That smell you remember Playing under the porch © 2018 Bill MacEachern |
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