THERE AND OLD SWINGING BRIDGE <br /> THAT STANDS SO TALL <br /> BUT SO FREE OVER THE WATER FALL <br /> THAT SWINGS WHEN I WALK TO THE OTHER SIDE <br /> STOPPING TO LOOK ACROSS <br /> WATCHING THE WATER FALL <br /> TAKES THE WAVES FOR A RIDE <br /> OH THERE AND OLD SWINGING BRIDGE <br /> THAT HIDES IN THE BUSHES KEEPING TO IT'S SELF <br /> IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT <br />BUT WHEN THE SUN GOES OUT <br /> THERE ONLY A FEW STILL KNOW <br /> WHAT THE OLD SWINGING BRIDGE <br /> IS ALL ABOUT<br /><br />BRUCE MARTONE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-swinging-bridge/
