Festival of the Five Senses

Seeing the unripened fruit of a persimmon tree 

on our walk brings back childhood memories of 

the Persimmon Festival in Mitchell, Indiana…

the smell of cinnamon and cigarette smoke

the thumping of kids running down a ramp

the pop of a balloon as a dart hits home and

the squeal that follows with a choice of toy

the shiny red glaze of apples-on-a-stick

the velcro sound of shoes on sticky streets

the calliope music winding through raindrops 

the subtle taste of persimmon ice cream

the bright lights on backdrops of black nights

…this full engagement of the five senses makes

for vivid memories of a time gone by when the 

world was smaller but also full of possibilities.

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