SUMMER COTTAGE poem

Summer Cottage

Shadows remind us
of sleepy dusk, as
dad's echoing call confronts
an evening chill

shouting, like a mosquito
seeking one last bite before
calling it a day.

Hurry. Lifejackets off, paddles
away, secure the canoe
mother's accompanying call
impatient.

Our clumping sounds parade
across the dock, supper's
hot and waiting-

Coming. We're coming.

© 2000 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

first published Spring 2002
Vol. 5, No. 1
Paperplates, Toronto, Ontario
A Magazine for over Fifty Readers