Allen T. Hunt
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.
I sat nearby sipping my steaming brew and watched her for awhile.
Such a sweetness and vivaciousness with everyone that came by,
And in a caught up moment she was holding a young mother's babe.