We walk through the old cemetery, reading 19th-Century gravestones.
The ancient trees tower.
Their roots lift the pavement as if pushed up by the hands of those below.
I maneuver the stroller as she tells me stories of ravens that would swoop down and steal newborns out of their prams.
Deirdre Smith (B.A., B.Ed., M.Ed.) has dabbled in writing for as long as she can remember. She has recently started back to work as a teacher and Guidance Counsellor after a decade of being a stay-at-home mom to her three young children. She resides in St. John’s, Newfoundland.
Great visuals, Deirdre! I was walking along side them, and then I frantically started looking for ravens. :-)
Thank you! Always keep your eyes peeled!
I love the image of hands pushing up the pavement from below.
Thank you!
Love the description. Very atmospheric
Thanks, Tawnia.
Artsy, I like it!
Thanks!