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Eyes Are Dim But I Can See
by Richard L. Provencher He charges into his 80's, one leg following the other, a leash of sinew, bone and muscle limps aside the road, early morning dust, the town sleeping away last night's dreaming the wind leans into his face, wrinkled skin accepting its touch, thinks of life way back when Rosie now waiting under the Maple at the Cochrane cemetery, Polar Bear Express train in view remembers trips to Moosonee rails climbing the muskeg, cold beer flowing as a waterfall from Moose River. Now Lake Commanda almost circled in his walk through the center of town he must make this daily journey, legs drifting as in a current, head aching eyes blurry, arms pumping with exertion, allows a dry cough its freedom next week heard the old gentleman didn't complete the walking circle. "The day he doesn't means he's gone to his Maker," his Nursing Home operator said years ago. Now that gutsy hiker lays beneath the Maple, beside his Rosie. 2011 Richard L. Provencher Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |