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The Old Green Shed
The first sensation when you stepped inside
Is what you nosed not what you eyed,
The old car's oil, the lawnmower's gas
The can of paint from two years past
The wetted wood with its mushroom scent
Together recall all the hours spent.
Inside the shed at the alley's edge
At the back of the yard just beyond the hedge.
So much depended on that old green shed
Where memories were born and then were fed.
Isn't it powerful how some memories come from the scent of things, the feelings....and not so much of a picture in the mind. Well said, I liked this one alot as well!