Scent To School
Walking to grade school without a care
Each morning at the same spot
Freshly baked bread scent filled the air
Straight from the oven, savory hot
Aroma so sweet, I never forgot
Laub's Bakery, a city block wide
It looked like a factory instead
I'd peek in the door ajar on the side
Where that lovely smell filled up my head
Etched in my brain, the essence of freshly baked bread
Copyright © Randy Steele | Year Posted 2018
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