LONG...LONG AGO poem

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 14 Oct 2009
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Through his room window,
an aged man smiles from the
Old Folks Home

and remembers
being a kid of twelve, stepping
over limbs beside the creek

blue eyes still bright and
inquiring, an eager boy under
wrinkles of flesh

speckled trout and sweet smells
of summer calling--

twitch in a willow fishing pole,
clunker of a catch
mouthing the fat dew worm

and ma noticing
his well-traveled jeans,
“Time for washin'," she'd say

mud-caked from
sunny days on Odgen’s Creek.

Memories…never fade away.

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

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POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Another evocative write, Richard. You transported me to that river bank. And I felt the sun on my back. Much enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, Tina and Nathan. I had the pleasure of turning 67 on September 10, this year and find myself thinking a lot about the past. When I had the pleasure of being a Home for Aged Administrator in Ontario, from 1980-86, I learned how precious memories can be. Have a wonderful day, filled with memories. Richard LP
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thanks a cupful, Nathan. Nostalgia is interesting, eh? R.
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Submitted by bollinvalleygirl on
A lovely poem that reminds me of the tales of a rural Welsh childhood my grandfather used to tell me.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, bollinvalleygirl. Your comments as well as others is really appreciated. Best wishes, from Truro, Nova Scotia. Richard and Esther Provencher
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