SWEET SMELLS OF HOME
by
William Bedford
Memories are a lifeline when you’re
soldiering in an alien clime
knowing that you might not go
home again.
you remember the scent of lilacs
in the soft spring rain
and the smell of new- mown hay in the
summer sun.
you remember the fragrance of
burning leaves in the crisp,
fall air
and the aroma of coffee brewing
In the winter chill.
Memories of simple things.
Priceless things for all that.
Things that you'll
never take for granted again.
Never.
