The Gathering
John Stokes
One day there shall be a gathering
Ten miles inland in the hammock
There the upright piano will be playing
In sight of the tidal creek
Helping the arriving off the boats
Signing the ledger, taking their familiar place
Some to the camp fires smoke
Others to palmetto to deer give chase
Each one vital for the gathering
Just as we remembered them
And as we join hands to sing
The source of our being here entering
No more asunder to part
It gives no more inward pain
But fellowship of kindred minds
Forever like it once was below.
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