THE OLD FAMILY FARM - poem

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 08 Jan 2008
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Among forgotten
pasture, October winds colder
than a whisper of icicles

our home of fallen timbers
weather-ravaged, a sanctuary for
mice, other creatures

sky peeking through
lingering apple trees, pussy willows
pouting along a muddy bank

an album of memories
reminisce . As children we swam
in the creek, chased cows
fed pigs, minded
chickens

helped momma and poppa,
busy with chores. Us growing into
city folk a long time ago.

(c) Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1
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Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Too often, these past few years, our young have scrambled to join the flood of workers to the lure of Alberta oilfields. Yes, Nova Scotia does have many lingering memories from abandoned or falling down farms awaiting a renewal, when the young return with specialized skills and their own families. I truly believe, the gas and oil explosion of development which will take place in a few years, in Nova Scotia, will recall those young souls, who will return to the land of their ancestors. RLP
Richard L. Provencher