Wandering Through, St. Jules-Cascapedia

Road and river runs

the valley through

a century's rust scars

burrowed into mountain

older than any living

memory of...

the ordered rows

stiff backed parishioners

scattered about the pews

Williams Bill, Lena Lydas

Sarahs Toms Dick and Marthas,

Carrolls, Cormiers, Willetts...

makers of generations

sons and daughters sons

and daughters....

The cabbage patch my grandad

called them.

The joke his

whisper from the

grave

whispers

in the early

morning dew...

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Author's Note

The 1st of 3 conceived as a suite, the other two still be wrestled to shape. Have opted to let this one take a stroll on its own, hopefully the other two take note

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

I love the syntax of the opening line. Grants me the relaxation that I am being led by someone I can trust to know what he is doing.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

Thank you so much, my friend. Also thanks for planting seed from your first reading several weeks back about scars and chiselling, I liked my image of scars, but you were right about chiseling, hence burrowing, and ex of top
Ken

[W. Barrett Munn]

Now it is so seamless I didn’t notice. Good save.