Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

Corner Store

The smell of lavender
Memory released
Walking down a quaint street
White picket fences
Hand in grandmas hand
Avoiding cracks
Protecting my mom's back
Sun warming my face
Squinting away the yellow
Down a long hill 
Going to the corner store
Nickels and pennies held in my small hand
An empty pop bottle tucked under my arm
I am skipping now
There's  a treat waiting for me
The ding as I step through the door
My feet shuffle along the floor
There is so much to see
I'm lost in my glee
Hey mister can I have a bag
He passes one to me
Such a difficult choice
Three candies for a penny
One bottle fifteen candies
That's just dandy
I'm smiling ear to ear
Thanks grandma for bringing me here
The smell of lavender
Mixed with sweets
Some memories are a treat

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Donna Jones May 5, 2013 at 9:44 PM Oh yes...Richard...trading in pop bottles..I did this all the time..my favorite thing was those big huge flat taffy...and I remember getting glass pop bottles out of the water bath coolers...oh memories..thanks Richard Lamoureux May 5, 2013 at 10:10 PM My grandpa had a coke machine like a maze that you had to guide the bottle through and yank it out.

Bonchance Longfall May 5, 2013 at 7:32 AM The smell of lavender triggers the memory. Yes a great walk through a memory of a small child. I have written a few works based on that purple flower. My lavender ink of a man serving his country and the smell of lavender. Very well done Richard! Richard Lamoureux May 5, 2013 at 7:41 AM Thanks so much

Toquyen Harrell May 4, 2013 at 10:43 PM Lol, so cute! Love it :) Richard Lamoureux May 5, 2013 at 6:48 AM ;0) thanks

Timothy Hicks May 4, 2013 at 10:23 AM This was so sweet, Rich... and easy for me to imagine! I haven't lived long enough for candy to be that cheap, but I do recall my dad taking me to Maverick every Sunday morning, like clockwork. Cute play on words at the end... I enjoyed this little memory trip you took us down. Richard Lamoureux May 4, 2013 at 1:13 PM I think I might have been a little high on the 5 cent refund for the bottle. thanks for commenting Tim.