A THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 15 Oct 2009
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A Thirst for Knowledge

A game of Scrub in 1952 meant
adults and children brought
gloves bats and balls
old shirts for bases

and teams made up from the
Veteran’s town-site where
babies arrived like mushrooms
after World War 11 now
providing players in a
neighbourhood
of noisy baseball activity.

These veterans rekindled
lost boyhood years
through hard-earned time together.

After each game children
tucked away disappointments
then remembered
treasures at the creek adjacent
our housing development
an excitement for eager eyes.

“Look! Look!”
someone would exclaim
holding their prize
aloft like a flag of conquest
not understanding
one day such items would form
the basis of our
journey into manhood.

© 2009 Richard L. Provencher

Certificate PG
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Biography

Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Nathan. It's funny how different areas have desires for something other than another area. ie. in Northern Quebec where I grew up, everyone drank tea, not coffee. When I moved to Toronto in 1965, it was the reverse. Strange, eh? Richard
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