Richard L. Provencher

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StoryRabbit Legs Richard L. Prov...611 years 1 week ago
StoryMary, that Mother Richard L. Prov...211 years 1 week ago
Story2 Miles and Lots of Dusty (2nd version) Richard L. Prov...211 years 1 week ago
StoryHow Good Richard L. Prov...211 years 1 week ago
StoryTime to Get Out of the Kitchen Richard L. Prov...011 years 1 week ago
StoryLife -- Much More Precious Richard L. Prov...111 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCome Along and Fry Richard L. Prov...311 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMS a Nasty Sort Richard L. Prov...011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Source of Restive Pleasure Richard L. Prov...011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWhen Slumber Prevails Richard L. Prov...011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFeathers and Fruition Richard L. Prov...011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Circle of Completion Richard L. Prov...011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI Was Cast Into The Sky Richard L. Prov...211 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryA Recipe of Love Richard L. Prov...211 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOne Ruffed Grouse Richard L. Prov...111 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Lateness Richard L. Prov...011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMy First Love Bee1711 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLike a Park Richard L. Prov...011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLike a Rainbow Richard L. Prov...011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Changing Guard Richard L. Prov...011 years 4 weeks ago
StoryGrandpa Norris and I Richard L. Prov...011 years 1 month ago
StoryToo Many Times Richard L. Prov...111 years 1 month ago
StoryWhen Feathers Collide Richard L. Prov...011 years 1 month ago
Forum topicMake Lots of Moola Writing Poetry? Richard L. Prov...211 years 1 month ago

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Hail

Hail to the fleet harbour’s here at last and the lobster traps are coming home – a successful jaunt upon oceans’ swells. From a settlement of...

Confession

The colours of an Autumn day are so soothing - yellow and pale orange disappearing along with reds and the comfort I felt is something that will...
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Super Boy

A feather popped from his head-band that kept long hair from grieving his eyes- this fine young man. He was more than just a boy- He was like...
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Seasons

Seasons of memories led the jackrabbit to hop around familiar territory filled with spruce birch and trembling aspen. Through the soft snow of winter...

Son of a Deer

A first child full of pride his long legs easy in stride- keeping up to mother not so hard on trails & did not fail. He showed he was not just a...

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