Memories On the Breeze

The summer air was still, 'neath golden sky where lively birdsong filled motionless trees sun shied away while cirrus clouds passed by air cooled and briefly birthed a subtle breeze. The scent was fleeting, but I recognised the petrol fumes mixed with newly mown grass the present scene replaced before my eyes with summer childhood from some decades past. Dad's Suffolk Punch striping the long back lawn mums gossipped, back and forth like free range hens kids coming home, hands muddy, trousers torn a snack, a drink, then off to play again. Though age must smother youth, those times long gone memories on the breeze will linger on For contest 'one in five', sponsor Joseph May January 28th 2018