The warmth of the sun on my back, <br />The squish of mud between my toes, <br />A gentle wind riffling the surface of the Guadalupe, <br />Brambles of dewberries overhanging the bank, <br />Mulberries dangling from branches just above the water, <br />The sweet, tart, and tangy taste of the fruit on my tongue, <br />The musty smell of decaying cypress needles, <br />The cry of the Kingfisher in flight, <br />A stringer of goggle eyes and red eared perch, <br />Such are the memories of the days of my youth, <br />Heaven on earth!<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/such-are-the-memories-of-the-days-of-my-youth/
