ALBERTA POEMS then and now

Alberta, has a special place in my heart. Perhaps it was where my daughter, her husband and our two grandsons lived there for many years on a 40 acre ranch.. "Acreage" is what they call it. Wide open skies, moose crossing their pasture, llamas stretching necks to munch, and the grunting of Kenny, their Dexter bull, resonates through my memory. Both grandsons are now grown and on their own. Our daughter and her husband now live in Houston, northern BC. 

I have written many words for pleasure and also a little profit. But, hey,.the real joy is in sharing rather than have words culminate around my writing room, waiting their turn for a submission, many waiting up to six months or longer for a reply.

My wife has been such a treat to me, especially as I began my recovery from a stroke in 1999. I used to brag about my outdoor prowess. No longer. I am now content to pray and walk slowly beside my wife rather than be the star racing my canoe across still waters. Life is precious.

God bless all our readers, from Richard L. and Esther Provencher.

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Richard L. Provencher

A BUILDING BONANZA poem

Alberta is now filling up with a cadre of young professionals and other working people. Yet the land remains constant, with its collage of small outpost towns, straining to remain small.

A BUILDING BONANZA poem (2nd version)

new asphalt highway leading us across the North Saskatchewan River and beyond.

AND ON THEY COME - poem

Return to sky before the end of days. And the feathery flight responds with swoops of delight.

AT THE MINI-RANCH poem

Ranching is a lot of work. And enjoying the land my daughter has in Alberta, near Tofield is an experience to enjoy, and write about.

COOKING LAKE poem

Early morning mist covers our truck. Grandson and grandpa drive to the lake, then wait, as ducks scatter across the sky. The wind brings them in.

EDMONTON CENTRE PLAZA poem

two kids growling for lunch, another on the way.
Cherry

FIRST LIGHT poem

I watch movement in tall grass, the strut of a partridge –- a forward series of short jerky steps.

LAST DAY IN SEPTEMBER poem

Autumn on the farm is full of images. Animals, sky, wind and grass; all part of Nature's feast, surely a gift from God.

MAGNIFICENT GIFTS poem

Sparrows strut within the farm, sheep watchful, crouching and patient

MAN ON A TRACTOR poem

acreage stretching into the sun a driver prideful of his rows their perfection in rounded shapes

MORNING AT THE ACREAGE poem

Sit in the woods and listen. Leaves crackle, wind tosses about, animals bellow or grunt, birds shriek outdoor tunes. It's restful here. Peaceful. Listen.

ODE TO BE poem

A meandering line of White Birch is more than slivers of joy

OLD STORM poem

Fur once flowed in majesty as the wind caroused coat worn and thinning

STANDING AROUND poem

Life is a blessing. Like cows, some of us stand around watching, not getting involved, waiting for something. Then we are awakened by a special act.

THE MERLIN HAWK poem

Through layers of mist past sleeping sheep above a few mules she dived against the wind

THEBOWRIVER - poem

Where tourists click in awe. Flatness meandering into shades of colour, sun-drenched and strutting.

Early Morning Farm

Coyotes are restless with their calling as echoes of boldness reach our dogs. Misty and Storm sprint to attention aroused from sleep protective woofs...