Good Life

Ah, the Summer Senses

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;

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.

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