At the Footbridge
At the footbridge I stare in dismal despair
As the chasm beneath it shrieks
With its jaws open wide, I must swallow my pride
Set across to that fair distant peak
But, with its slats and its lats and high flying bats
This is not such a treat for the eyes
Frayed ropes, how absurd, with the sound of a bird
Mocking me with its dismal cries
It's a flaky, fickle, menacing path
With a threat every step of the way
My heart flutters and pounds, as I think of the ground
Then the span starts a giddying sway
Just a wriggly, wobbly, rickety weave
A thin line to prevent me from doom
A shifty, shaky, dizzying bridge
Above the drop to that valley of gloom
But beyond this folly, there's a glimmer of hope
As the end of the nightmare is nigh
There's friendship, peace, fire and warmth
So I begin with a step and a sigh
All becomes steady, all becomes clear
As my tread lends strength to the route
There's beauty so green and a feeling serene
Springing up through each stride of my boot
Then, no sooner begun, then the journey is done
I breathe a grateful prayer to the skies
With the fear left behind, I open my mind
And there ahead...is my prize
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