Comer's Stand Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

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.