Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

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Flying Down the Highway

Eastern townships
Land of settlers
A blur across centuries

The land my father loved
Land of my ancestors
Miles of nostalgia

Farmland at rest
Barns with cows and horses
Hills and valleys stretching for miles

Music to my heart



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~FLYING DOWN THE HIGHWAY~ 2019
Also published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2022

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M. L. Kiser January 17, 2019 at 11:24 AM Oh I love a country drive; when you pay attention, you can almost feel those ancestors riding with you. Line Gauthier January 17, 2019 at 2:18 PM Absolutely. There are layers of time that are tangible.

Heidi Sands January 17, 2019 at 7:52 AM Great one! I can see it :) Line Gauthier January 17, 2019 at 8:21 AM Thank you, Heidi. Most appreciated.