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One fine day is a poem that my mom wrote about me. She wrote it after I had a chainsaw kicked back and the end of the spinning chain was then stuck in my throat. It was not a day I would like to relive ! She first published this poem in Logging Magazine in the late 1980's right after it happened. I have put it on the web for the world to see. I knew I was working on a dangerous tree that day, but I thought I had it under control. I guess in hindsight, it boils down to the fact the the chainsaw was stronger and faster than me. One Fine Day The chainsaw kicked. He never saw it come, Nor felt the impact where the chain bit through. He only KNEW. And yanking quickly down, He pulled the bloody chainbar from his neck And headed for the tractor, stumbling, faint. A nearby friend in horror gasped and threw The tools into the trailer on the run Then hopped the fender by his wounded friend Who drove them out tight clinging to the wheel To keep from passing out as waves of black Swept over him and, fought against, gave up. The ambulance was swift and bore him far. He joked along the way to keep his cool. But then they left him sitting in ER Where interns came to view his gaping hole And ask, "How could a chainsaw cut your neck?!" To hear, incredibly, the flip reply "It slipped while I was shaving." But his thoughts Grew more impatient as the hours passed. And when they finally came to tend his wound, The natural anesthesia of the shock Had given way to searing pain as they Injected novocaine to start repairs On all the ragged chunks and jagged tears. The plastic surgeon stitched, and pieced, and stitched. "After this heals," the plastic surgeon said, "There'll be a lot of scars. I'll see you back." "You wanna bet? No way!" he told the doc. "My beard'll grow back in, an' I ain't vain." And still the surgeon stitched and ceased to count. "That chain went deep, and almost did you in. Just missed your windpipe and your jugular vein. Another centimeter either way You wouldn't be just 'treated and released'." Like well-trained parrots all the staff chimed in, "You sure were lucky!" "Yeah, some luck," he thought, As nimble fingers stitched, and pieced, and stitched. He didn't feel so lucky, nor would they, If faced with days of idleness and pain, And no insurance. Still, he was alive. And she could go apply for medicaid. And friends would come and help. And he could rest. And heal. And contemplate. And plan. And sip On soothing milkshakes. Play with kids--but just The quiet games. And watch TV. And think. --by Bonnie Myers Colton Nature Break ! NNYCAM Our webcam is located in Lewis County N.Y., 6 miles north of Boonville and 4 miles south of Turin N.Y. Overlooking the Adirondack Mountains on some days and aimed at Tug Hill on other days. This is a great place to check the weather before you travel in the winter. Please bookmark this page and come back soon. The webcam picture above is operated on the Home Page of this website.

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