That lovely smell of
dust and rust
As we swung our feet above the stream
On an old iron girder bridge
And let the water carry our dreams
Dust motes dancing in rays of light
Through knot holes in the wooden barn
Our old soft oft washed dungarees
With many a patch and darn
The smell of old tractors
When they’ve just been fired up
The smell of new turned soil
The softness of a new born pup
It was fun and games in the fields
With a boy’s best canine friend
A Best Dog is always true to you
And will love you until the end
The fragrant breath of milking cows
Just bought in from the grass
The taste of new cooled creamy milk
Drank from a frosty glass
The velvet nuzzle of a horses muzzle
As you breath in of it’s breath
And when you breath it out again
You’ve got a friend till death
That magic smell of summer rain
That falls on hard baked earth
That Mother Nature may drink her fill
And dormant seeds give birth
The whip-lash crack of gorse-pods popping
In the burning summer’s heat
Their blossom smells of marzipan
Cool grass beneath bare feet
The smell of grass that’s freshly cut
Or just trod Lemon Balm
The smell of Autumn fire smoke
That hangs on evening’s calm
The sound of kicked up Autumn leaves
The smell of leaf mould lingers
The smell of resin from pine tree’s bark
That stays sticky on one’s fingers
The sights and sounds of childhood
That I remember oh so well
But the strongest of all memories
Seem to be triggered by their smell
Copyright © Res Burman 1st January 2019
