Speaking Memories
By Richard L. Provencher
Mon, 11 May 2020
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As I sit here in this
space of living room
the sky beckons-
wraps itself around
trees & branches
that allow nests for
feathered friends.
I speak gently & not
wishing to frighten
4 special chick-a-dees.
They come to me as
others did when I was
a younger man
walking the trails
where deer and rabbits
ran with the wind.
Each day it comes to
me - that call of the wild
as I lay back in my
rocker and dream again.
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Richard - Nice poem that
Richard - Nice poem that certainly resonates in these strange times. I've really appreciated the variety of wildlife coming into the garden during lockdown - especially the pregnant grey squirrel I fed through the colder months and who subsequently gave birth to 5 mini-squirrels!
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