Home Sweet Denman
by Thomas Provençal
Denman is a solitude,
an island on its own,
even so a multitude
of people call it home.
There is a mix of culture
yet a feeling, to be clan,
to share the edge of this dear rock,
take root into Denman.
The peace that comes with solitude
is cleansing for the soul.
Energies of flora and fauna
amplify their role
in keeping all of us in tune
with how to live our dreams.
Mother Nature’s at the core
and growing through the seems.
We cater not to tourists
though we’re along the way
of merry masked marauders
googling for Tribune Bay.
We prefer to gather
in self-appointed groups;
no need for pubs or parlours
when pot lucks dish out soups.
After Hornby traffic dies
our roads become our own.
They return to loneliness;
we’re usually found at home.