The Scent of Wood Smoke
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I recall the scent of wood smoke which clung to my clothes
as foil wrapped potatoes were tossed into the fire,
flames danced and wisps of smoke went up my nose.
Potatoes baked to a crisp as the blaze rose higher
Dad would rake the embers for baked potatoes we’d desire
Colourful fireworks would capture our gaze
as bright rockets soared high into the sky
they'd leave a trail of stars which would amaze.
Catherine wheels spun and we’d watch sparks fly
but when bangers exploded, you'd hear me loudly cry!
One whiff of smoke, takes me back to childhood days
when our neighbourhood bonfires were so much fun
and our lives were so much simpler in so many ways
Health and safety now dictates how events are run
but my wood smoke memories can't be outdone
The scent of baking bread, the scent of clean sheets fresh off the clothes line contest
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3/4/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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