Fort Louisbourg Poem by Richard Provencher

Fort Louisbourg



The sentinel is happy on guard
duty
over the fortress.
His belly is full of fish and
beans and
a fine woman in la maison
nearby
promised to meet him
later.
He's proud of this new
land,
one day he'll marry
and
raise strong sons,
but to-day
his eyes are alert for Les
Anglais.
They're coming to steal his
dreams.

Monday, September 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: history
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This was the largest French Fort in North America built by the French army 1720-40. Located in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia it housed 2,000 inhabitants and up to 100 ships in the harbour.
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