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As a Kid -- poem
by Richard L. Provencher we discovered before days of smooth asphalt riding bicycles on gravel roads was a childhood destination trying not to choke or lose control, cars roaring spitting a cereal pot of pebbles and dust, muscles bragging exertion in our pedaling, a ritual from boy to manhood. During times of rest these same stones brought fun into play skimming across the pond where fishing was neat; not today though since we had other plans. Then fast-climbing on the oak tree at grandfather's farm. Day was tiring for pre-teen boys, with more roughhousing (after I won the tree contest) then eating mustard sandwiches Harvey brought, with chunks of curd cheese momma was sure to miss. Then home, sweaty and so many words around the supper table. Sleep arrived before the moon came calling; and I dreamt of road dust. 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 |