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
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: July 6th, 2018 19:09
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Such a lovely poem, I really like the rhyme it takes me to a special place in time
Thanks, Mil57Man. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Thanks for your support.
Those bridges we cross can lead to wonder in our lives.
Yes, Goldfinch. Bridges can lead to great things.
A good write again w c. Oh I don't like some bridges. Well, I like their design, but get bit of vertigo. I think I'm going to fall in the water if too high up. Also some bridges over roads I don't like either.
Doh! So I do not cross some bridges when I come to them! lol.
Thanks, orchidee. I agree that bridges can be scary, particularly on new paths. For me, those i'm familiar with are are easier to cross; I've grown to trust them.
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