Richard L. Provencher

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StoryTo Dance in the Shadows Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySnowshoes, and a Lady Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Pirate Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryKakabeka Falls Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Old Family Farm (2nd version) Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryNOVA SCOTIA DUST poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE DREAMERS poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE HERMIT OF GULLY LAKE poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySTINKY BREATH poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryPEACE UPON HIS FLOCK poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryLATE LIGHT AT DUSK poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE MERLIN HAWK poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySOMEDAY, MY TURN poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryROAD GUARDIAN poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryREMEMBRANCE DAY poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryPOETRY ANYONE? poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryLATE SUMMER EVENING poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryMILK WAGON DAYS poem Richard L. Prov...112 years 11 months ago
StoryLOOK UPON A MAN poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTHEY LIVE AMONG US poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryLIFE SHOULD BE SMILES poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryOLD STORM poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryLET IT GO poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryPORT BICKERING HARBOUR, NOVA SCOTIA poem 2nd version Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySUMMER COTTAGE poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago

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I Want

to curlicue in a current of wind soaring gliding trading up and down thermals born in the energizing beginnings of time when glaciers grew into...
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An Older Age

As I linger into older age my bones do crave warmth ‘cause winter weather seems to plunge me into a chill- not so when younger days encouraged me to...

Joe is the Man

He shuffles in a meandering sort of way up one side of the street down another no special route as long as it gets him home after a long Crossing...

A Horse Races Wildly

in the Summer of another day. I place a tired foot into another crevice – my toes now secure in a glacial cliff from eons gone by on a sheer dare...

In the Summertime

A copse of birch trees serene in their placement are comfortable in a forest of freedom- such magnificence and beauty. I could easily invite them to...

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