Sunday, August 20, 2017

Visiting Grandpa and Grandma Skrivseth Years Ago

Childhood Memories

Aroma of baking bread

Fills the room

Coffee perking on the stove

Adds its charm

 - in the yard -
Smoke from the chimney 

Curls in the air

Black and white border collie

Bounds across the grass

Rough pink tongue licks my hand

Little ones roaming

Down garden paths

Searching for raspberries

On prickly branches

A rope swing in an oak tree

A play house in the shade

Sleek brown horses nibbling

The sugar lump I held

Memories, like a sugar cube

Melting in my hand

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