Summer Hill
The fragrance of a memory
From childhood long ago
I’m brought back
To a fenced in backyard
Crayola blue sky
Burnt umber ground
Islands of green and yellow grass
The scent of Summer Hill wafts
As the unseen is revealed
A dream remembered then forgotten
You say it didn't happen
I recollect the aroma that says it did
Copyright © John Trainer | Year Posted 2014
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