The scent of peaches
On a warm summer's day
Permeating the breezes
Wafting over my way
It brought back memories
Of years now gone away
When my family was happy
Before sadness came to stay
I used to love to wander
Along those precious rows
Taking in the features
Of that beautiful array
Nectarines and peaches
Apricots and plums
All those beautiful fruit trees
Full of ripe and juicy fruits
One of my many pleasures
As a teenager growing up
In the Riverland those days
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