Joyce Chelmo


Resting Place - Poem by Joyce Chelmo

Among the birches
in a field away from man,
is a small grave yard
holding my history
like pages of a
dusty novel.

So much of my family
rests there from
the first settler
to my younger brother.

The grave yard
is not a sad place for me,
when I think of the
quiet walks holding
my fathers hand,
as he introduced me
to my roots.

He rests there now
among the family he
held so dear.

Among the birches
a quiet peaceful place
down a dusty road,
off the busy highway;
where you hear
songs of birds,
a rippling creek,
the ghosts of history.


Comments about Resting Place by Joyce Chelmo

  • (5/1/2006 12:01:00 AM)


    Joyce, you chose the proper tone for this particular subject and your beauty as a human shines through in those words. A sense of calm came over me after reading this charmer. Kudos, Red.

    Warmest regards,

    Greg
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  • (4/26/2006 7:38:00 PM)


    Dear Red,

    This is beautifully written. It is a very personal piece and communicated with clear, clean writing, strong images and great love and respect for your family and its traditions. D(amn) F(ine) W(riting) !

    Best,

    Hugh
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  • (4/25/2006 4:26:00 PM)


    And the poet who stands with a lamp of poetry even in the graveyard, a light of love for us
    to see, Love Duncan
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 25, 2006



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