Ramblin' Time
By Richard L. Provencher
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I left my
shoes on the far
side of the pasture
& bare-footed back to
our old house past clumps
of cow-pies and
mosquito ambushes-
past thorny bushes
stacked up beside the
path which ran alongside
the fence and I reached
for a blade of grass
to press between my lips
& try to make bubble
noises and did like
a twelve-year-old
from the past and
I’m not lyin’ when I
turn to those days again
and again from so long ago.
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A profound read, enjoying
A profound read, enjoying capturing those moments of being a boy once again.
Very much enjoyed reading this Richard.
Jenny.
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Such a little journey can be
Such a little journey can be an adventure for a 12 year old, or an old-age pensioner! Rhiannon
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Isn't it grand how we can
Isn't it grand how we can have such lovely memories of a small corner of the counryside to keep forever. I don't know where your pasture and your cow pats are but your words reminded that I've been there, and I've no idea when.
Turlough
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