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LONG...LONG AGO poem

Posted by Richard L. Prov... on October 14, 2009 - 02:53
from the ABC set POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2

Through his room window,
an aged man smiles from the
Old Folks Home

and remembers
being a kid of twelve, stepping
over limbs beside the creek

blue eyes still bright and
inquiring, an eager boy under
wrinkles of flesh

speckled trout and sweet smells
of summer calling--

twitch in a willow fishing pole,
clunker of a catch
mouthing the fat dew worm

and ma noticing
his well-traveled jeans,
“Time for washin'," she'd say

mud-caked from
sunny days on Odgen’s Creek.

Memories…never fade away.

© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

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Comments

Silver Spun Sand | October 14, 2009 - 09:43

Another evocative write, Richard. You transported me to that river bank. And I felt the sun on my back.

Much enjoyed.

Tina

Nathan Bednarek | October 14, 2009 - 13:03

Same here. I can really 'feel' the place. Another lovely and soothing poem. Well done.

Nathan.

Richard L. Prov... | October 14, 2009 - 13:26

Thank you so much, Tina and Nathan. I had the pleasure of turning 67 on September 10, this year and find myself thinking a lot about the past. When I had the pleasure of being a Home for Aged Administrator in Ontario, from 1980-86, I learned how precious memories can be. Have a wonderful day, filled with memories. Richard LP

Nathan Bednarek | October 15, 2009 - 14:33

Congrats on the cherry Richard! ;-)

Richard L. Prov... | October 15, 2009 - 15:45

Thanks a cupful, Nathan. Nostalgia is interesting, eh? R.

bollinvalleygirl | October 15, 2009 - 16:17

A lovely poem that reminds me of the tales of a rural Welsh childhood my grandfather used to tell me.

Richard L. Prov... | October 15, 2009 - 20:17

Thank you, bollinvalleygirl. Your comments as well as others is really appreciated. Best wishes, from Truro, Nova Scotia. Richard and Esther Provencher