( I have a love for covered bridges in America )
Tears at the Old Union covered bridge..
Too fast along this winding road she drives,
Early evening memories along for the ride.
Tears map the contours of her face,
Two Long streams run down a pace.
Her usual immaculate hair unplaced,
Tangled,knotted,from no stylists place.
Voices replayed as if a moment hence,
Still placed firmly within her thoughts.
Just Ahead a place where first they met,
Old Union bridge, Mentone, Alabama.
No doors, One way in, one way out,
Like a house in a road,no trucks to overload.
So beautiful in daylight, so haunting in the dark,
History and memories in every plank and every bark.
Over one hundred years, she stood this place,
Watching time,during wars, days slow, old cars race.
All manor of vehicles have come past your way,
Chicken laden trucks and those stacked up with hay.
How much longer can this piece of history last,
I know not, but know that, ghosts will mourn its past.
- Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 15th, 2017 10:59
- Comment from author about the poem: I love the old covered bridges That are dotted around America We in England have some beautiful Wooden bridges but most are not Covered.... The sound as you drive Over them is amazing .....
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Comments5
I really like your poem! I've never been over a covered bridge but they look awesome. Great job!
And sound wonderful
Wheels on wood...
Thank you Chrissy
I agree they are so lovely. Wish they were along the way of my daily commute🙂 Beautiful words.
Thank you WBL
willy hitchin' rusty to the rig
goin' to meet bloody buddy
at the bridge and a shake his
hand fer this in' fer shes a mighty fine piece ww
Ha ha brilliant..
Thanks
Great poem, not many covered bridges in my area anymore, but I always like the sight of them
Thank you Tony..
Old Union is beautiful
Welcome
Bridge to love. Nice.
Thank you Augustus
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