At the Footbridge
at the footbridge, I stand musing at my discovery-
I began my country hike early in the morning
oh what a find- this old mossy stone bridge
and under, a gentle forest creek silently flows on
it is such a lovely scene
I want to linger and dream
where hidden birds are singing
perhaps take out pen and paper
the ground is covered with tiny wildflowers
and mighty trees droop giving shade as I rest
then- I step on the stone bridge
to slowly meander to the other side.
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May 22, 2020 (edit from July 22, 2016)
Poetry/Free Verse/at the footbridge
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1254-037-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Brian's Choice P
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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