THREE CHILDREN poem

Three Children

They see
Nature unfold, her green
coat, firs as soldiers
silent and dark

the lake, a shining glow
across its surface, ripples
are fingers calling.

Below, anxious trout leap
at fallen flies
breaking surface with a
quiet splash.

Children watch, eyes
full of excitement,
hearts beating faster

a picture-scene, they love
the land. Their heritage.

© Richard L. Provencher 1996

First published Summer 1996
Volume 12, Number 3
The Officers’ Quarterly
York-Sunbury Historical Society, Inc.
ISSN-0845-4868
Fredericton, New Brunswick