Jack Clark Poet Rhyme

Ballad of the Bridge

I know of when they built it, I know of its’ demise
I know the wood and steel of which it was comprised,

T’is not the wooden beams, nor steel or even nails
T’is the bridge’s character that still today prevails

Countless steps passed over the old worn wooden planks
As it lay there silently across opposing banks

And underneath it, in the shadow it once made
So many laughing children in that shadow played

And there was I among them, in exuberant delight
Filling the fantasies in a youthful summers’ flight,

Chasing dull green bullfrogs and butterflies so free
In the bridge’s shadow … provided there for me.

Recollection floods over me, within my mem’rys’ eye
Recalling days of old … slowly drifting by.

The Old Red Covered Bridge, of course, is just a memory
Still within my mind it’s prompting reverie

And often on occasion, I go to where it stood
Hoping again to see: the steel, the nails and wood.

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Lindsay Laurie December 1, 2020 at 5:09 PM G’day Jack … so many relics of our youth become derelict through neglect but as we grow older we never forget their charm - thanks again Jack - Lindsay