We Are Dancers
By Richard L. Provencher
Thu, 11 Oct 2012
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in the churning of life
where land is more than soil
and water---
it’s blood lines of farming
strength and young
‘uns looking up at mom and pop
with eyes of love
a bushel full of living---fishing
for lobster / cutting
wood during winter’s delight
a chance to inhabit a way of life
fixin’ nets
tarring traps
shingling and other chores
feeding the pigs
chasing cows and smiling
at evening’s colourful stride
exploding with joy at stars above
and it's all about love.
© Richard L. Provencher
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A poem so warm with life.
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A poem so warm with life. This was a real joy to read; your imagery is spot on and quite delightful. Each stanza was strong, but I particularly loved the finish.
'at evening’s colourful stride
exploding with joy at stars above'
Two of the best lines I've read all day (and i've read a lot today). Wonderful!
Cheers for sharing.
Steve
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