FISHERMAN'S SON poem

Fisherman’s Son

Moonbeam flashlight
covers the

little boy and his
dog, Sandy.

Sitting on
papa’s dory this time
of night is neat

one day he’ll fish
for cod too.

Sky is darker than a
wet blanket, an
owl’s hoot
coyotes singing.

“Sleepy time!”
is mama’s thunder

and feet explode
on the dock.

“Coming!”

© 2004 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

Published March 2005
Mercutio Press, Montreal, Quebec
Poetry Chapbook- “In the Light of Day”
ISBN 0-9737017-2-2