Richard L. Provencher

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StoryThere Are Friendships Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryTo Dance in the Shadows Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StorySnowshoes, and a Lady Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Pirate Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryKakabeka Falls Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Old Family Farm (2nd version) Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryNOVA SCOTIA DUST poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryTHE DREAMERS poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryTHE HERMIT OF GULLY LAKE poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StorySTINKY BREATH poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryPEACE UPON HIS FLOCK poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryLATE LIGHT AT DUSK poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryTHE MERLIN HAWK poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StorySOMEDAY, MY TURN poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryROAD GUARDIAN poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryREMEMBRANCE DAY poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryPOETRY ANYONE? poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryLATE SUMMER EVENING poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryMILK WAGON DAYS poem Richard L. Prov...111 years 7 months ago
StoryLOOK UPON A MAN poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryTHEY LIVE AMONG US poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryLIFE SHOULD BE SMILES poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryOLD STORM poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryLET IT GO poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryPORT BICKERING HARBOUR, NOVA SCOTIA poem 2nd version Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago

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I Want

to curlicue in a current of wind soaring gliding trading up and down thermals born in the energizing beginnings of time when glaciers grew into...
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An Older Age

As I linger into older age my bones do crave warmth ‘cause winter weather seems to plunge me into a chill- not so when younger days encouraged me to...

Joe is the Man

He shuffles in a meandering sort of way up one side of the street down another no special route as long as it gets him home after a long Crossing...

A Horse Races Wildly

in the Summer of another day. I place a tired foot into another crevice – my toes now secure in a glacial cliff from eons gone by on a sheer dare...

In the Summertime

A copse of birch trees serene in their placement are comfortable in a forest of freedom- such magnificence and beauty. I could easily invite them to...

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