~ The Old Wooden Bridge ~

Down the pathway from our house
Stood a structure made of wood
Bridging our many journeys
And helping all it could

In winter snow, it sheltered us
As we would walk to school
Though not permitted to linger there
In Summer it was cool
 
That bridge was just like family
I grew to love it so
Much the same way, you my friend,
I have come to know

You're there to bridge the troubled times
And shield me from the cold
The two of us in smiles and tears
Together, growing old

by Janeane Bolton © 2003
JaneaneBolton@sbcglobal.net

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