Richard L. Provencher

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StoryRabbit Legs Richard L. Prov...611 years 10 months ago
StoryMary, that Mother Richard L. Prov...211 years 10 months ago
Story2 Miles and Lots of Dusty (2nd version) Richard L. Prov...211 years 10 months ago
StoryHow Good Richard L. Prov...211 years 10 months ago
StoryTime to Get Out of the Kitchen Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryLife -- Much More Precious Richard L. Prov...111 years 10 months ago
StoryCome Along and Fry Richard L. Prov...311 years 10 months ago
StoryMS a Nasty Sort Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryA Source of Restive Pleasure Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryWhen Slumber Prevails Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryFeathers and Fruition Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryA Circle of Completion Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryI Was Cast Into The Sky Richard L. Prov...211 years 10 months ago
Forum topicComments re articles not coming through Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryA Recipe of Love Richard L. Prov...211 years 10 months ago
StoryOne Ruffed Grouse Richard L. Prov...111 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Lateness Richard L. Prov...011 years 10 months ago
StoryMy First Love Bee1711 years 11 months ago
StoryLike a Park Richard L. Prov...011 years 11 months ago
StoryLike a Rainbow Richard L. Prov...011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Changing Guard Richard L. Prov...011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrandpa Norris and I Richard L. Prov...011 years 11 months ago
StoryToo Many Times Richard L. Prov...111 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen Feathers Collide Richard L. Prov...011 years 11 months ago
Forum topicMake Lots of Moola Writing Poetry? Richard L. Prov...211 years 11 months ago

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Hail

Hail to the fleet harbour’s here at last and the lobster traps are coming home – a successful jaunt upon oceans’ swells. From a settlement of...

Confession

The colours of an Autumn day are so soothing - yellow and pale orange disappearing along with reds and the comfort I felt is something that will...
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Super Boy

A feather popped from his head-band that kept long hair from grieving his eyes- this fine young man. He was more than just a boy- He was like...
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Seasons

Seasons of memories led the jackrabbit to hop around familiar territory filled with spruce birch and trembling aspen. Through the soft snow of winter...

Son of a Deer

A first child full of pride his long legs easy in stride- keeping up to mother not so hard on trails & did not fail. He showed he was not just a...

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