fond childhood memories
of gathering pecans
from beneath the pecan tree
linger on
the sweet smell
of mother's sticky buns
baking in the oven
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This is an 'amazing' poem based on two counts: I was thinking of my aunt who sent us pecans from her trees many years ago when she was alive and lived in Americus, Georgia and we were in Hartford, Connecticut. 'Gathering Pecans' is especially memorable! Thanks... L