The Mennonite
By Richard L. Provencher
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Melvin rises early
listens to the quiet
his little son curled up
alongside his wife
touches her lovingly
the cat carefully stretches
readies herself
for outside adventures.
He spends most of the morning
preparing an abundance of ‘chop’
then feeds the pigs
cleans the barn
and walks the horses.
Lunch is a restful pause
then back to work---
tractor needs fixin’
Dora wants a ride into town
three year old Bud cries
to go for a walk
a little trading with two pigs
brings in needed clothing.
As the day slips into
early evening
there is satisfaction
a comfortable feeling
this land, his loved ones
woman and son
it’s all here, wipes his brow
emotion eases down his cheeks
colours the western sky.
Behind a drift of shadows
comes a smiling.
© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
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Hi Richard, a lovely poem of
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