Crushing the ground cover underfoot,
the Creeping Charlie, the ground ivy,
getting out of the car, so powerful,
an overwhelming scent memory,
carrying me back over fifty years ago,
playing in our grandparents’ back yard.
The smell of the plants, the vines,
a fragrant deep, overwhelming,
not sweet but not bitter, pungent,
crushed under the tires, underfoot,
a branch needing to be dispatched,
beside where they were growing…
I could instantly picture their yard,
The hedges, the carport, the stonewalls,
playing hide and seek with our cousins,
before we all became older, scattered,
joyful memories of love, of family,
in their living, verdant, backyard…
the Creeping Charlie, the ground ivy,
getting out of the car, so powerful,
an overwhelming scent memory,
carrying me back over fifty years ago,
playing in our grandparents’ back yard.
a fragrant deep, overwhelming,
not sweet but not bitter, pungent,
crushed under the tires, underfoot,
a branch needing to be dispatched,
beside where they were growing…
The hedges, the carport, the stonewalls,
playing hide and seek with our cousins,
before we all became older, scattered,
joyful memories of love, of family,
in their living, verdant, backyard…
Edited May 30, 2024
Crushing the ground cover underfoot – v2
Crushing the ground cover underfoot
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/05/crushing-ground-cover-underfoot.html
Creeping Charlie, ground ivy, on the ground in South Carolina now
And in the 1960’s at 15 Bates Street, Westfield, MA.
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