Oh what a good SPORT you are:
Hours SPENT searching for SPELT
Just to make that recipe for me
True friendship, indeed

Georg’ann

Traveling Companion

She kept me company with poetic prose,
an Appalachian love story,
spoken in native dialect.
Her VOICE as comforting as warm BREAD
spread with butter and honey.

Miles pass quickly as I STEEP
in details of people and place.
It’s late when I arrive home,
but I sit in the parked car
too captivated to pause.

Finally the ache of travel,
and gnawing hunger pull me
out of the Kentucky mountains.

Inside, I’m welcomed back.
On the kitchen counter
sits a pound of SPELT flour
and a jar of homemade strawberry jam tucked into a cloth lined basket.

Heather