Aroma of My Childhood

The landscape was vaguely familiar,

I remembered some of the sights and the sounds of a bustling city,

but  it was the olfactory memories that stirred my soul~

the salty- sweet brine of the Chesapeake,

the tang of Old Bay on my fingertips,

and the perfume of clover rising from fresh mown grass,

that reeled back the years of being so far

from the place of my people,

the land of my childhood.

©annettealaine2016

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