Moniac

 Moniac

Johnclarestokes 

Once upon dawns first light

we’d saddle up for the

long journey

silent and steady

through the planted pines

past the old homesteads

to the fork that led 

right to Sanderson

but we’d continue on left

the pulp wood trucks would pass

the point would warn, one back

then peddle up again

abreast across the Gum Swamp

no need for drafting

As speed was not a factor

We’d make Taylor store

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 Georgia 

to meet the cashier girl

without a wisdom tooth 

in her mouth

And we’d know we’d arrived

In Moniac

sweet Moniac

So far away now

Do you think we shall

Ever make it back?

We must for there awaits

Snaggle tooth Lacy.