by Richard L. Provencher
6/15/2009 / Poetry
Tenting at Little Dyke Lake
Nighttime is creepy-crawler time
where fireflies blink eerily
as ghostly lanterns
of welcome
the lakeshore provides silence for
a deer, this sacred realm where bullfrogs
burp serenades
across the calm
God's will is for those trout to
nudge against the lake surface
and to hear a loon's lingering call.
Now draped in a warm blanket by
the campfire embers my son
dreams, lights up the sky
goodnight prayers now done
he rests in comfort
against my arm, this child
a gift from my heavenly Father
and I am His little boy too.
2002-2009 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved
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