Richard L. Provencher
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | ROSE BAY, NOVA SCOTIA - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 6 months ago |
| Story | GOOD NEIGHBOUR PAULINE - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | SOLDIER BOYS IN AFRICA - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | ETHIOPIA OF MY SOUL - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | NEFU DESERT - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | WHEN THE LION ROARS - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | WHEN AN AUNT DIES - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | ON GREEN BAY, NEW BRUNSWICK - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | FIRST LIGHT - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | THIS EARTH - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Little Runner Boy | def-soul | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
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I KNOW BETTER poem
Dad spent two years in the Battle of Britain during WW 11, in the Canadian Forces, assigned to British Intelligence. Dad's passed on now, but his memory proudly lives.
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A SEARCHING poem
this was a safe journey, as I traveled from other destinies
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WINTERCHILL poem
As I gain years upon my frame, I frequently think of those days traveling in my canoe. And tenting out, summer and winter. What joy to relive those moments through writing.
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DAY'S END poem
Sitting on the dock watching lobster boats, sloops, dories and other tall ship hulls is exciting. It must have been so, since the Hector sailed into Pictou Harbour, NS in the early 1700's.
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AN EARLY CATCH poem
Seagulls are given a bum rap. They eschew the flavour of the seacoast, as they act as traders, sharing information with their ERK! ERK! calls to friends and family. The translation is: FOOD!
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