Joyce Chelmo


Fernberg Road - Poem by Joyce Chelmo

Hwy #169 North ends
somewhere over the bridge into Winton.
A fork in the road;
one way leads into our little village,
the other leads down Fernberg Road
to another steel framed bridge
that crossed over the Shagawa River.

Just beyond that bridge was
a gathering of pines
I often slipped into.
A path lead to a ridge
overlooking a fall lake bay.

Dependant on how much I needed
to work off my mind
determined how far I rode
on my blue 26' bicycle
with chrome fenders.

Endorphins have long been
my remedy for daily stress.

I can still hear my wheels grinding
on mauve asphalt.
Pine and Birch towered over
each side of the road.
Their shadows covered me
and cleansed me somehow.

My Senses savor the pungent pine fragrance
& the sound of ravens & finches
harmonizing with my labored breath.


Comments about Fernberg Road by Joyce Chelmo

  • (4/18/2006 10:36:00 PM)


    Thank you Mike, yes had to smile when I read that one.
    I actually grew up in Winton its the third house on the left
    when you enter town. My family doesn't own it anymore.
    But I was across the alley from the old Shagawa River
    which was my second home in the summer.

    Red
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  • (4/18/2006 5:08:00 PM)


    Well remembered, Joyce. I can see erverything you say. I wasn't sure the last bit worked, but re-reading I feel the power of labored breath.

    My Ely poems begins with Hwy 169, too.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 18, 2006


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