RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Nostalgic Scents - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Taking a walk to shores of a river bank, wanting to sit
and watch water flow by, taking stress and turmoil away
Glad to see it disppear towards a bend in the river and
out of sight, soul feeling soothed, heart gently beating,
mind just drifting like a raft with the river's current.
A pleasant voyage all alone, enjoying beautiful landscapes
along the way, forest and pine trees on either side, their
scents filling me nostalgically.
Remembering days of old when going camping, being twelve
years old, such a wonderful passage of time filled with
memories of life when younger.
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