Teluric

the house on the hill was left behind,
along with the dairy cows.
here in the valley the trees look more leafy
and the birds sing louder.
further south the stream widens
and the fish grow in size.
I hope the townspeople
buy my grandmother's cheeses.
on the way back I already know what I'll do,
I will take off my tight shoes
and I will run barefoot through the grass,
carrying in the pockets of old jeans
which will make grandma's smile shine.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 6/6/2022 8:31:00 PM

Hmmm...I had imagined your grandma might have died, but it seems what you are carrying in your jeans' pockets will make her smile...money you made by selling her cheeses, of course, and you seem to have been quite successful at it. Nice!

Marco Chies
Date: 6/7/2022 1:07:00 PM

reminiscences, although I never sold cheese, my grandmother produced them by hand...