The circling broken
John Clare Stokes
I can hear the old tractor coming
Making another circling around
The home place
Past the syrup shed
Down the grape arbor
Over to the blueberries
Into the pines and sparkle berries
Echoing off the low pond
To the eastward persimmon
Coming again to the fine sand
To pause by the two Camellia
Again! Again! The boy cried
And off they went
As I stood watching
And so I daily stand by the
well rutted trail
And I listen for the sound
Of their returning.
To the memory of Rev Luther Ray Stokes
Oct 16, 1924
March 12, 2011
Landon Stokes
August 25, 1988
Present SC
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