THE OVENS CAMPGROUND NOVA SCOTIA poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 13 Jul 2009
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The Ovens Campground Nova Scotia

Our cabin
a secluded white
splash of colour within the green
shelter of tall firs on one side
rasberry bushes and alders on the
other
a sheltered haven.

Windows look out over Rose Bay
ocean's roar a call to play.
Our picnic table awaits further memories
the press of young and old over
many years
aged stain matching
heat-raised roof shingles.

The path is a winding journey to old
gold mining caves where birds call out
cheerful melodies alerted by an
anxious squirrel
red tail flicking
agitated
not used to adults and their noisy times.

The sun is warm
shadows a cool serenade.
Ocean
woods
trees and our cabin
camouflage an afternoon breeze.

© 2008 Richard L. Provencher
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Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1
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Comments

Submitted by Jupiter on
Sounds lovely Richard. Nicely told ;-)

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Jupiter. My wife and I enjoyed a weekend visit there and walked through a large crevice where gold was so thick, they could scrape it off the cliff walls. One neat thing was a necessity. Because of the sheerness of these thirty foot cliffs, which were formed by the splitting of a large mass of rock, each miner took turns feeding the other. The distance from one wall to the next was about six feet, and one miner would hold on the rock while the other miner fed him his lunch. Then switch. It was impossible for one man to hold onto the crevice wall and eat too. Richard LP
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