Coureur de Bois
By Richard L. Provencher
Tue, 15 Sep 2020
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Once I ran alongside
the wind
legs strong enough
to support
a pack & canoe
upon my shoulder
hiked every trail
in the area
fished each stream
saw eagles fly-
wished I was among
them.
Bur then age crept
into my bones
could not run
nor trek another mile
just sit on a fallen log
watching butterflies
land on my arm
unaware of my smiles.
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I had to look up what that
I had to look up what that phrase meant, Richard!
Lovely memories, and lovely to still be able to enjoy the countryside and the butterflies! And await the even better future. Rhiannon
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