Manure thinks the man, as its smell became instantly recognizable
Sweet, thick, and amazing
A raw but natural reminiscence of youth long past
and a time when father taught son.
Fresh Air!
That's what he would have said, to the boy listening so intently,
Ensnared and hanging on to every word.
A father's wisdom offered and accepted without question.
Fresh Air!
A phrase, which tumbles down the long passages of memory
drawn forward by a stimulation of the olfactory senses.
Reviving a connection long lost to death's cold separation
Fresh Air!
These words so simple and unimportant to the world at large
yet still a profound maxim for the boy who lives inside the man
Inscribed upon the heart, in that hallowed place where now a father lives
Written and published by Mark R. Day October 16, 2011 copyright October 16, 2011 all rights reserved
