Delicate pages worn by weathered reading

So many mysteries held of ancestors

Wisdom’s aroma permeated the heap stack

Old wise tales reveal sacred potions

And my grandfather’s ole whiskey recipe

Features, and leaves and dead crickets 

Pressed within a dingy browned sleeve

Oh, and the dust flies everywhere

And I hold back a ferocious sneeze

But the f’nese is worth the read

Because inside is Granny’s chocolate recipes

 

(*F’nese or fnese Old English for sneeze)

 

 

 

 

 

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