" ...etched in the recesses of our childhood memories, there is a special place that remains susceptible to being excited by the senses... that place is ignited by the magic that you can only find ...in a Penny Candy Store"
Did you know that sugar is dust from far-flung stars?
And with such dust you make the stuff that excites the eyes?
Bottle caps, jelly beans, sour balls and apple drops.
Pixy stix, candy corn- atomic fireballs.
This quaint old house that holds these treats.
Is a dispensary of sorts with floors that creak.
The bell chimes twice to let you in.
Mentos, skittles stuffed in great big bins.
Oh let the promise of candy corn.
And the delight of mints dance on your nose.
Sugar daddy lingering on your tongue.
Will melt when chased with tootsie rolls
Those ropes of licorice are a dazzle.
Tic Tacs make a mysterious razzle.
Smarties are just like eating flowers.
My next big station are bright fruit sours.
Oh Mary Jane where are you ?
Hiding in a forest of towering pretzels?
Or are you pretending to be wax candy?
Made the same as bears- with stuff called gummi?
My Savary Mansion holds all that's sweet.
With smells, and sights, of childhood dreams.
The clock is broke -perfect- understood!
The timeless time spent here is good.
Joe D'Amore writes from Groveland, MA
Savary Mansion is an historic home in Groveland, MA
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