Crossing over the covered bridge <br />hearing the click click as we go <br />over each and every piece of wood <br /> <br />Looking out and seeing the river below <br />how the snowcaps from the evergreen <br />seem to wrap its edge with warmth <br /> <br />So many times as a child we would go <br />over this covered brirdge, and never <br />really understanding, how we were intruding <br />on mother natures serinity <br /> <br />Flying off in a scuff, a very angry hawk <br />either got its pray, or was about to leach <br />down for its kill <br /> <br />Memories still stay in my mind of that old <br />road, with the rivers edge so pleasant to view <br />in summer and a winter's wonderland in the cold <br /> <br />Today the bridge is gone, the area now has <br />been purchased, and all that remains is <br />just a vacant view, as the trees were all cut, <br />and mohter nature was robbed again <br /> <br />Forever in my mind I will hold the scenery <br />in my heart, as the distant crys of various <br />birds a chatter, and the squirels scattering <br />up the rivers bank's fallen accorns <br /> <br />The same sun rises and falls each day <br />however never will it shine as it did <br />when the old covered bridge was there.....<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-covered-bridge/
