I Used to Dream

By Richard L. Provencher

Sun, 07 Oct 2012

6 comments

on live
being a fireman to save
children and
be a hero to my mom

then a policeman to ride
and ride those
fast cars roaring after
bad guys

who robbed people.

And then it was a pilot
someone who had
no fear
in their eyes when they
went to visit
the wind

then one day I got to be
a father – and
watch over my son
to see him grow
and a wife to love forever.

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Sun, 2012-10-07 11:19

When I was a little girl I wanted to be a Farmer's wife. Lovely poem.

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Sun, 2012-10-07 11:25

Thank you for the comment, Sooz... Did you get your wish?

Richard L. Provencher

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Sun, 2012-10-07 12:47

And the last is the most important job Richard, a pleasure to read as always.

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Thu, 2012-10-11 01:32

Thank you, Scratch. As always, so kind with your comments. Richard

Richard L. Provencher

Permalink Submitted by maggyvaneijk on Wed, 2012-10-10 16:01

no fear in their eyes when they went to visit the wind - what a beautiful way to describe a pilot!

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Thu, 2012-10-11 01:47

And thank you, merci maggy. My writing juices are like fire flies again. Richard.

Richard L. Provencher