Perfume - the essence of memory

I caught a scent the other day
and I was swept away.

Into the childhood memory
Of of fresh turned earth, and
new mown hay.

I caught a scent the other day, and
turned my face to the sun.

And smiled to think
a Memory
is just a scent away.

Ponderable

We need to remind our youth....

That when you adopt an idealology of violence to "change the world".
You fail to realize you are the inheritors of that world.