by Richard L. Provencher
3/14/2009 / Poetry
Cape Breton Serenade
East of New Glasgow
alongside asphalt highway
trees are green banners
where frame houses sprinkle
cliff-edges
sky and trees mingle
more like shipyard mates
and clouds peek
over Antigonish hills.
The Causeway pokes steel
links to the mainland. Beneath
the bridge white-caps show
their fist of current
arousing ocean's breath.
Roads climb camel-humped
hills surrounding Margaree Valley.
At Chetticamp scooped earth
creates a pebbled beach
and tourist cottages
await another rush of customers.
On the way up French Mountain
rocks blink like silver dollars
shiny from sun's pointing stare
and Baie St. Lawrence
power lines
are pencil-stick mannequins.
Keltic Lodge
spotty with white Birch has
its own military parade
and cars now silent as weary
passengers stretch camera-arms
eager for just one more view.
Sundown's pink provides that
feast of pleasure.
Richard L. Provencher 2009
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