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.

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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!