This poem is called "By and By."
I grew up in North Carolina in the Primitive Baptist Church.
There's a couple of poems in here called "By and By."
"At the end of the meadow riven in the longest
dream by the young lead kicking the reeds with boots
brazenly, if we were to see his distance by then as a ray,
extending still hours over years,
we might admire the stage of it.
This is a long shot over the southern canopy,
revealing the clear water thruway.
The beaten path once beaten will meet, as the boy is yet
prohibited to learn.
A log floats at least the distance
he has thus far traveled.
The log does little but turn, effortless.
His promise to himself is forming
as hickory ties, wet beneath riverside rails,
brightened by steps at sundown.
And underfoot, one is seared with something, five or six
words, interdiction feel.
In dream science, they call this signage in-house style
set in small caps.
It typically dissipates.
Often the child start out as Christian in his hell-bent way.
The river turned down and the log
went merrily, if not the boy, to clear water, should he keep on.
There is no final tie transversed to the rails,
except the tie laid over top.
Why are we not told plainly?
The hems call it homecoming, tactically, the distance
reached at a grown man's pace.
The boots again have the camera's attention.
Cicadas are sent up hip high, and firework
sprites each stride.
The sun on the meadow burns itself off like hay."