August Recollection
A bite in one of the first ripened apples,And memories overwhelm me.
All of a sudden I see myself
A child - Barefoot - in shorts,
picking up an apple,
fallen from the tree into the currant bushes.
And then I remember . . .
- the smell and taste from the past.
- the grassy shoulders of the road outside.
- the dandelions burning golden yellow.
- the gravel chafes under my naked feet.
- the smell from the currant bushes.
- mother offering cassis to the draftees.
- the slaughter of our household pig.
And despite that world war was ravaging,
for me, it was all an idyll.
Because in the mind of a little child
All evils cease to exist,
as my parents always were there
ready to give me comfort and security.
Poetry by Carl O Andersson
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Written on 2007-03-30 at 13:49
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