Moniac

Moniac

Once in dawns first light

we’d saddle up for the

long journey

silent and steady

through the planted pines

past the old homestead

to the fork that led to

Sanderson

but we’d continue on left

the log trucks would pass

we’d warn, one back

then settle again

abreast across the Gum Swamp

no need for drafting

As speed was not a factor

We’d make Taylor

for the fig newton and Pepsi

break so brief

soon to turn right then left

 for the final long stretch

into the upper reaches of

way down South

to meet the cashier girl

without her own teeth 

in her mouth

And we’d know we’d arrived

In Moniac

sweet Moniac

So far away now

I don’t think I shall

Ever make it back.