Childhood memories of warm sweet smells
Smells that emerge from old, wooden barns
Smells that remind me that fall is almost here.
Around the carts pilled high with green leaves
We run and play as the grown-ups work in the barn.
One day I bring crayons and paper;
I draw pictures and show them to the hired hands.
They smile at the four-year-old's drawing and continue working;
We all seem like family.
These are tobacco memories from my mind's recollection.
Just a few reminders of how times change
Reminders of a past life
Filled with warm, sweet smells from old wooden barns.