Junkyard Backpack

I throw it out then bring it back A somewhat hoarder, I have that knack I keep in mind the things I love Then store them back within my hub A sound of music a touch of scent Allows nostalgia a place to vent A memory made or thought perhaps lost A junkyard backpack on my forward path When on the surface I dig down deep To find a memory within my fleet The ones I pull have high impact They keep my emotions right on track Such days are downs until they’re ups My conscience divulges outward puffs From childhood reflections to adult recap I reminisce from my junkyard backpack Date: October 23, 2019 Sponsored by: Craig Cornish