A whiff of new mown hay wafting across a summer day;
The “essence of cow” oozing between my toes as I mosey on my way.
The sweet smell of walnut trees flanking the old barn bridge;
The gooey feel of mud pies in a rain-drenched ditch.
The sight of a white feathered angel flying high in our hay mow –
‘Twas a barn owl feasting on mice, and how!
The smell of good earth as I walk barefoot over plowed soil;
Never miss a local story.
Mother’s homemade soups come to a boil.
The smell of Dad’s sweat after a day in the fields;
The bounty of the harvest and its blessed yield.
Memorizing Psalm 24, come down from Above –
“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof . . .”
“Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
This Galatians 6 wisdom taught me a heap.
The bouquet of chicken over a barbeque pit;
A taste of fresh peaches over ice cream – now that’s it!
The fragrance of wild flowers along the lane;
The stink of skunk beneath my window pane.
The stench from dead animals on the road;
Perfume reeking across pews – my olfactory shouts, “Overload!”
The smell of a new leather baseball glove;
The aroma of a candlelight meal with the one I love.
A slow drive through the summer night air,
In my top-down convertible with my love so fair.
Slowly inhale and exhale in rhythm like a country church bell;
The summers of long ago – I remember them well.