Fern Coppedge, The Road to Lumberville (also known as The Edge of the Village), 1938, oil on canvas, H. 18.125 x W. 20.125 inches, James A. Michener Art Museum. Gift of Ruth Purcell Conn and William R. Conn
Our first Honorable Mention was awarded to Maggie Baumeister. Maggie is in the 6th Grade at Regina Coeli Academy in Abington, PA. She was inspired to write her poem about The Road to Lumberville by Fern Coppedge. Congratulations Maggie!
A Winter Dawn
As I walk this little road at dawn
The silence overcomes
The quiet crunch of hard snow boots
That trudge across the winter lawn.
I see the firs sway in the breeze
Calm, but swift and well.
Fall is gone; there aren’t leaves.
It’s winter, I can tell.
And seeing the first rays of the sun,
Shine on melting snow,
Tells me that the night is done
The wind now stops it’s blow.
When I smell the icy winter air
The darkness’s chill is not yet gone.
But the nice warm sun is rising there
In an ice cold winter dawn.