WESTMORLAND, NEW BRUNSWICK poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 26 Aug 2009
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Westmorland, New Brunswick

A sickness in their eyes.
Hanging fists clench and
unclench
watching my eyes of fear.
I was in the dark and must not
look back he said in the letter,
strong and full of hope.
In the visitor’s room I am
afraid, my son.
Come home someday,
little boy in a man’s prison.

© 1987 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

first published Spring 1987,
Volume 5 Number 1
The Cormorant, Saint John Campus
The University of New Brunswick
Fredericton, New Brunswick

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