Comer's Stand

Seems we walked away the morning Hil and I hiking toward Comer's Stand Stopping awhile to swing on a grapevine Identifying the wooded birds singing We ate our lunch in early afternoon- A peanut butter and jelly concoction With raisins from Grandma's cupboard And stocks of celery purloined, I think, From the crisper of Mama's Frigidaire All tied together in a hobo's feed sack High adventure the trek to Comer's stand. Worth the fate awaiting our return For no corn was hoed, no garden weeded Even though Papa had said, "Today, my boy! " There would be neither excuse nor reason Why I should not feel the crack of the strop But the pain did not erase the grand Time we had …hiking to Comer's Stand.