[MD] woods, fields and expereince

[Ron Kulp]

The smell of woodland soil

of decaying leaves of molded

tree bark and nuts. 

the smell of the beach trees and 

poplar, the oaks their sap

the hint of hemlock and pine

needles.

 

out in the farm lands

the smell of fresh cut hay.

 

I remember long hot days

bailing and loading wagons

stopping to dip in the creek

before the barnyard and an

afternoon stacking in the loft.

 

In that barnyard it stayed 1952

frozen in time. drinking from the hose

feeling tired but spiritually full and good.

as the breeze washed over me in the

late afternoon with the scent of the corn

in the corn cribs and the oil and grease

of the tractors.

 

My uncle, just back from Vietnam, would

take me on hell rides on his motorcycle

and play chicken in his 63 impala, let me

drive the milk truck in the fields...