Family memories capture the time
we crossed Lake Huron waters
on the Chee Chee Maun
ferryboat alert to the holidays
of our desires-
Sue fending off seagulls anxious for
a crust, Troy laughing with
youthful squeals
Walt, subdued and serious at
fourteen year’s of age
Esther and husband sharing
their excitement.
Our tent soaking in heavy rains,
a cottage beside Little Current
travels along gravel roads
on dusty trails of history
and fishing, tarred boat carrying
us into the bay, small mouth
bass pickings never to
be forgotten.
Ah memories, the past a
tray of remembrance.
© Richard L. Provencher

Comments
skinner_jennifer | July 17, 2011 - 01:02
Hi Richard,
you have certainly done some wonderful travelling,
this poem is yet another one that is so interesting.
Thankyou for the insight into your amazing experiences.
Jenny.
ScoZen | July 17, 2011 - 19:20
A Great Lakes voyage, quite magical.
Richard L. Prov... | April 18, 2012 - 13:56
Hello Skinner and Scozen--sorry to be so late to say thank you because back a while I was not properly hooked for receiving comments. Yes, travel is fun, and I did mostly across Canada, lots in the USA but none elsewhere. Chimo, Richard LP