Covered Bridge On a Lovely Day
I often set out for a hike on a lovely day of roaming,
how I love to explore the forest and countryside alone;
going deep into the lush green woods under an azure sky,
I am mesmerized by beautiful flowers by a stone.
One day, I was lost in my thoughts when I found a bridge,
an old covered red bridge in the middle of nowhere;
once upon a time perhaps it had a stream flowing beneath,
but now gone as I stood breathing in the air.
The trees and foliage would soon claim it as their own,
I loved the reflecting sky puddles here and there beneath;
in fact, I walked under it to explore as it seemed sturdy,
it was truly a peaceful scene that I had come underneath.
My muse told me to stay a while and so I dropped my pack,
venturing over the bridge and then back again and again;
I really admired the blue roof and red painted sides,
but it had no purpose except perhaps as a beautiful lane.
And that got me to thinking and pondering about life,
yes, something can be quite beautiful no matter its age,
and it can have no real purpose- like this covered bridge
leading to nowhere, over nothing but lovely leafage.
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August 26, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Covered Bridge On A Lovely Day
Copyright Protected, ID 08-933-702-26
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Lovely Day
Sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 03/02/2022
Second Place
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