Like a flashlight the
Moonbeam shines
It covers a little boy and
Sandy his dog
They sit on papa’s dory
One day they will
Fish for cod
Sky turns dark like
A black blanket coyotes
Yowl an owl hoots
Supper mama shouts
Feet pound like thunder
On the dock
Coming.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
MaggieG | September 7, 2011 - 03:18
I do like the way you write. You are making me feel very nostalgic :)
Highhat | September 7, 2011 - 14:09
a sweet little snapshot Richard
Richard L. Prov... | September 7, 2011 - 15:55
Maggie, as I wend my way through the Autumn of my life's journey, I do return to those days of yesteryear. Besides, it replenishes the juice of writing. Thank you for your kind words. Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | September 7, 2011 - 15:58
Highhat---thank you too. Amazing how our brain is wired. When I had my stroke, I lost many memories and although my short term memory is still struggling, I am discovering my memories of years and years ago are returning. Praise the Lord. Cheers, Richard LP