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My fav smells

odor of life

By Owen TaylorPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

The smell of hip high wheat,

in the August heat.

The smell of my horses mane,

creaking saddle neath windmill vane.

The smell of scotch in a glass,

listening to my dad's laugh.

The smell of a brand new car,

windows down new paved tar.

The smell of grandads shirt,

Sunday sermon didn't shirk.

The smell of mid June rains,

chirping sandhill cranes.

The smell under my trucks hood,

clicking pistons rhythm good.

The smell the dryer makes,

while a load of clothes it bakes.

The smell of wood stove heat,

creosote dark lines dripping neat.

The smell of summer pine,

mountain roads line by line.

The smell at open tavern doors

shells and sawdust on the floors.

The smell of my locker room team,

basement showers water steam.

The smell of Friday night hairspray fog,

Mom from the door yells feed the dog.

The smell a breathing puppy makes,

a tender heart "that"scent breaks.

The smell of loved ones hugs,

summer picnics, BB-Qs, bugs.

The smell of winter skis old time wax,

popcorn buttered at the I-Max.

The smell of bay rum under my dad's chin,

branding irons in chap covered shin.

The smell of summer campfire,

trout fish, steaks on the wire.

The smells of old times past,

close my eyes memories last.

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Owen Taylor

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