A Fisherman’s Son

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 07 Sep 2011
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Like a flashlight the
Moonbeam shines
It covers a little boy and
Sandy his dog

They sit on papa’s dory
One day they will
Fish for cod

Sky turns dark like
A black blanket coyotes
Yowl an owl hoots
Supper mama shouts

Feet pound like thunder
On the dock
Coming.

© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Children's

Comments

Submitted by MaggieG on
I do like the way you write. You are making me feel very nostalgic :)

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Maggie, as I wend my way through the Autumn of my life's journey, I do return to those days of yesteryear. Besides, it replenishes the juice of writing. Thank you for your kind words. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Highhat on
a sweet little snapshot Richard

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Highhat---thank you too. Amazing how our brain is wired. When I had my stroke, I lost many memories and although my short term memory is still struggling, I am discovering my memories of years and years ago are returning. Praise the Lord. Cheers, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher