Canoeing

was a pastime favourite.

Moments were many

and buoyant  

on the edge of river’s thirst

shadows melted

into the sun.

Shades of colour hovered

among themselves

etched upon my soul

as a salient loon

heralded the stillness.

I fought tears

of pride in the land my

forefathers claimed.

Where Atlantic crests lapped

at hulls fleeing tyranny

seeking dreams

within a roadmap

of future memories.

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher