Time to wipe
away the tears
and turn from
the pain, so real
and frightening
they’re gone,
son and son on
a toboggan built
for two friends
laughing with
reddened cheeks and
riding the hill’s
edge of forever.
© Richard L. Provencher
First published 1989
Vol. 65 No. 3 Spring
Canadian Author & Bookman
Toronto, Ontario ISSN 0008-2937
Comments
Luly Whisper | August 3, 2011 - 18:40
It's written with feeling but what's the connexion between the Thames and the toboggan?
Richard L. Prov... | August 3, 2011 - 21:46
Hello Luly, a very good point, one not brought up anyone before. So check it out later, and see the necessary revision. This terrible incident occurred when these two boys slid down a winter hill and went through the ice on the Thames River which goes through London, Ontario. Thanks for the observation. Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | August 3, 2011 - 22:47
Hi Luly, I worked and reworked a new stanza but could not make it work without changing the mood of the poem; so will leave like it is. Chow. Richard LP