The smell of woodland soil of decaying leaves of molded
tree bark and nuts. the smell of the beach trees and poplar, the oaks their sap the hint of hemlock and pine needles. out in the farm lands the smell of fresh cut hay. I remember long hot days bailing and loading wagons stopping to dip in the creek before the barnyard and an afternoon stacking in the loft. In that barnyard it stayed 1952 frozen in time. drinking from the hose feeling tired but spiritually full and good. as the breeze washed over me in the late afternoon with the scent of the corn in the corn cribs and the oil and grease of the tractors. My uncle, just back from Vietnam, would take me on hell rides on his motorcycle and play chicken in his 63 impala, let me drive the milk truck in the fields... Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
