Etched on my recall and in my heart,
Are rituals and flavors;savory and sweet,
Of “Scotch Eggs”, “Black and Tan”, of “Rose and Crown”
Of cotton candy freshly spun; a treat!
Alas, the days grow short and tots grow tall,
I dare not think these summer times may cease,
To everything a season for us all,
Yet tastes and scents, will memories increase.
For even when the wine is not so rare,
Recalling when we sipped on foreign shores,
Forever senses reawake when shared
in days and summers hence whence taste once more.
Writing 201; Poetry: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio