The smell of fresh pines

The smell of fresh pines The smell of fresh pinesTickle my olfactory memory;Instantly everything shinesEverything comes back to me My heart travels back to infancyAnd recollect all the joy, the laughter,All the colors of that day I see –And watch happily as it remembers Oh that scent of fresh pinesIt is a time travel machineThatContinue reading “The smell of fresh pines”