A Time for Living
By Richard L. Provencher
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A Time for Living
Hiking this path I came upon
space where even quiet is subdued
near a place named Tobermory
top of the Bruce Trail
and I finally made a stand.
I lay upon shale-stone -- some
flat others not
and I slept a spell
dreaming days of yesteryear
as a boy at dawn. So much to see
I told myself each day -- time to rise
and play
to scream and shout
as displays of youthful rights.
In many years that rolled by
I lost the arrows from my quiver.
Things no longer
such fun and I wept
for those days spent in strife.
Wind and sun fell upon my
form and I awoke
to the beauty of this land
such awesomeness--
I hollered joy and love.
(c) 2017 Richard L. Provencher
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What a reawakening. I liked
What a reawakening. I liked this a lot and looked up where Tobermorey is - looks beautiful. Really liked the line about losing the arrows. Lovely ending.
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An interesting reflection
An interesting reflection through life, and the simplicity lost in slips, cares and regrets so easily mid-life. The way back to praise and grace always open, and such brings such an appreciation of, and enjoyment of beauty. I didn't know there was a Tobermory in Canada. Rhiannon
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Beautiful moment, Richard.
Beautiful moment, Richard. What a blissful place to sleep.
Parson Thru
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