HIDDEN FROM VIEW poem

Thank you so much, Beeme. Your comments are always so encouraging. This private cemetery was enclosed by woods at the back end of our in-laws property. Imagine, they did not even know it existed. Such a private space hidden away from the world. Richard LP

Thanks Nathan, this poem is one of my favourite, since it heralds the lives of those who passed before us. I was awed when I discovered this little space hidden away, and simply sat and absorbed the moments spent there, with the trees, bugs, wet butt, and closing my eyes, visualized their time of working, screeching and growing older. Except the children were too young to pass on; must have succumbed to some sickness at the time. It was in the 1850s they were laid to rest. Now for a sequel to this story. Recently I tried to find their old resting ground and could not. My brother-in-law who owned the property in 1976, when I visited there the first time, sold the five acres of land and it was cut and bulldozed and obviously covered all the gravestones. So this is why writing is so important, it is a record of past moments, which begin as soon as eyeballs see, and heart thumps, tripping fingers recording and the gush of accomplishment after the deed is done. Best, Richard LP ps. As you can see, it was many years before I could write about the feelings of 1976, and thankfully hanging on to those precious notes.

Richard L. Provencher