Creative Writing and unfinished business…
May 21, 2015 § 15 Comments
smelling my childhood
Image of an Irish oak wood courtesy http://www.ksoe.com
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry, power of smell, remembering
I spend a lot of time mooching in woods like this, rolling back to childhood 🙂
A man after my own heart 🙂
What a fabulous photograph…great poem.
Thank you! There’s a magical quality about these kind of woods – like one expects to see the leprachauns or maybe even a fairy or two… 🙂
The smell of freshly cut grass brings childhood back for me. And I don’t have to roll down a window; I simply have to go out and mow the jolly lawn!
Ah. Bless!! I used to have a farm, and there was nothing better than the smell of new mown hay. Hauling the bales in afterwards wasn’t quite so nice though…
Yes! Hauling hay bales was a prickly affair, and I always wore shorts!
Yep! I remember the scratches on my arms and wrists and the dust up my nose. Oh Joy!!! I swear all those jobs I used to do that I should have left to the boys is why I’ve got the old arthritis 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Thank you kindly ☺️
Thank you. Pleased there is some resonance 🙂
Thanks, John. My best to you.x
This is gorgeous 🙂
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