FIRST LIGHT - poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 29 Nov 2007
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Movement in the hubris of woods, a
strutting partridge, his jerky
steps nodding forwards. And
I marvel at the brave
way he steps through stillness,
cautious
in the ways of wild ones. Perhaps
we too could attempt to push
aside our timidity, to test life’s flavour
its sweetness, and grow within
similar moments. There, a second
ruffed grouse, its mate. Together
they hurry into the journey of morning’s
awakening.

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POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
At one time I used to hunt partridge. Now I enjoy using my camera and binoculars to observe them. They are referred to as "Kings of the North" in northern Quebec and Ontario. They are wily, courageous and drum their way into our hearts on a beautiful October morning. RLP
Richard L. Provencher