Wooden Bridges
I love wooden bridges
On long and winding paths
They excite when I travel
And creak some as I pass
Mossy oaks grow
In the bottom lands
With cat squirrels that play
For captive little fans
Blue herons are often seen
From bridges in summers hot
Where they fly on powerful wings
To other fishing spots
Each bridge requires trust
That it remains strong
With a weight limit high
For tourists who come along
There are often travellers
With pleasant things to say
Where we smile to each other
As we go our separate ways