The Old Family Farm
Among forgotten
pasture, October winds colder
than a whisper of icicles
our home of fallen timbers
weather-ravaged, a sanctuary for
mice, other creatures
sky peeking through
lingering apple trees, pussy willows
pouting along a muddy bank
an album of memories
reminisce . As children we swam
in the creek, chased cows
fed pigs, minded
chickens
helped momma and poppa,
busy with chores. Us growing into
city folk a long time ago.
© Richard L. Provencher 2005
Richard & Esther Provencher invite you to read their first of three novels ‘FOOTPRINTS” now available from www.synergebooks.com. “Someone’s
Son” and “Into The Fire” will also be available soon by the same company.
These books were written during the first several years while Richard was recovering from his stroke, which felled him in 1999. He is still recovering.
The link to “FOOTPRINTS” is as follows: http://www.synergebooks.com/ebook_footprints.html