Along A Winding Road
The road is narrow,
Narrow enough for the bus,
And a swirling breeze;
The view from the window
Steep and slooping,
Seems endless;
But there are fields,
Christophene fields,
The vegetable, is also called chayote;
There are streamers on some of the plants,
Would they be like scarecrows,
To discourage birds,
And secure the harvest;
No other vehicle passes us ,
Along the narrow road,
So happy for that,
Had there been another,
Our hearts would beat its fastest;
How would another vehicle fit,
Along this narrow road,
Winding its way,
Way above steep slooping fields below;
We journey on with interest and,
Brave hearts.
© gillena cox 2026
It sounds like this trip would take nerves of steel.
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Those roads sound similar to Thailand up here in the mountains. I've put my little motorbike to the test many times, hoping that there is nothing coming around the corners. I learned what Christophene means today too 👍
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Sounds like a very brave journey indeed.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to share such a treasured journey - Jae
ReplyDeleteAh yes.....the narrow roads....the one lane road....the darkened narrow tunnel...all take the skill of the driver and sometimes the nerve of the passenger!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds so scary... but what a wonderful journey
ReplyDeleteGilenna, your poem came to life in living color! Loved reading it ... Cheers.
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ReplyDeleteA great journey, Gillena. Sounds like a precarious trip on that narrow road. The fruit in the photo looks a lot like paw paw that grows here in the US.
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