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        SENSES, THREE, SMELL
Walking among the pines after a gentle rain,
Smelling the freshness in the air once again,
Especially if there has been a long dry spell,
Everywhere sends out such a welcoming smell.

The smell of earth and wild flowers in the breeze,
And that calling aroma, the pounding of the seas,
Sweet heather and bracken and grass on the cliff,
And the smell of fish when the wind is very stiff.

The smell of home cooking wafting down the street,
Especially bread hot from the oven a real special treat,
Roast beef, or pork when almost ready is the meat,
Then to crown it all, the smell of a roast potato treat.

The fragrance of honeysuckle that hung around the door,
Close your eyes and the memories coming back once more,
The smell of soaked clothing as you hike and climb the hills,
And the relief the smell of warm air your lungs you fill.

Smell a brand new bathed baby, ready to go to sleep,
The quiet sound of breathing when slumber is deep,
The restful tick of the old clock hanging in the hall,
But best sound to me, the haunting cry of the loons call.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 21, 2004