The Long Road Home

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 03 Apr 2019

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begins with a little boy

and his dog Prince

both skipping along a gravel road.

Cars are few -- money

is a dream and allowances

unknown. Life is simple

a hike with your

dog and chewing a tootsie roll--

what could be better?

The older man turns to another

page in his album

fingers gnarly and a gasp of breath

accompanied by a tear. How

that little boy grew into a man.

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Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Wed, 2019-04-03 02:00

Richard L. Provencher

A lovely glmpse of the then,

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Wed, 2019-04-03 07:46

A lovely glmpse of the then, and now, and a trail of formative memories. I had to look up what a tootsie roll was – seems a nice US/Canadian candy? Rhiannon

That's the best part about

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2019-04-03 12:06

That's the best part about photographs and memories, we can remember a time when life was free, simple and there for the taking.

I loved this poem and thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

Thank you, Jenny and the same

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Wed, 2019-04-03 13:43

Thank you, Jenny and the same to the editors for the cherries -- yum & yummy! I'll be 77 (a double holy) coming Sept. 10. I still thrill to the muse, with ideas released in happy abandon. May God bless you and yours in the comfort of His fatherly arms.