Allen T. Hunt Poems

Warm rain swept my face as I walked the lonely road,
With the scent of sweet honeysuckle capturing the moment.
The birch trees sway gently in the windy summer rain,
And visions of childhood appear without refrain.
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Scent of spring in the air as I drove the highway south.
Patches of fresh cut grass and apple blossoms caught me reminiscing to my youth.

She baked the cookies with loving care and sold them with smile.
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