Ann Roske Poet Etheree

Campfire Smoke and Memories

Wind
on a 
warm summer
day.  Fir limbs sway
like a flapper from 
the roaring twenties.  The
breeze carries a resinous 
scent of pitch and earth, unleashing
a flood of memories thought lost to 
time.  The campfire smoke and embers still glow.

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Daver Austin May 12, 2012 at 3:52 PM I see you like Etheree too. This is a super one. I can smell the smoke, see the flapper branches. Love, daver

Kim Merryman May 9, 2012 at 1:37 PM A wonderful write, Ann. Love, Kim

Pace Ink-U-Script May 9, 2012 at 1:00 PM Love your poem here Ann!! Its so warm felt....regards INK-U-SCRIPT Ann Roske May 9, 2012 at 1:37 PM Thanks for stopping and reading - new form for me.