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Date Posted:17:30:38 06/15/02 Sat Author Host/IP: cach01-bing.digital-marketplace.net/205.232.37.46
When I think of the aroma from the pipe
of my Father's cherry blend bowl,
I'm taken back to a place full of images
that linger in my soul
His gestures, a certain look, things
he said
Make a crystal clear picture
that stays in my head
I can see him yet sitting in his chair,
puffing his pipe and filling the air
With memories of yesterday and
things we did
In another time and place when I
was a kid
Listening to the peepers in the Spring
I'm reminded of my Dad,
The song they sing and the treasure
I had
Somewhere there's a pipe filled with love
that I love so much,
And if it smells of cherry blend tobacco
it belongs to "Dutch"................