My Life's Song
There once was a little covered bridge
At a brook nearby when I was young
I’d travel there with a picnic
I wanted to be in some far away land
The brook carried my stories away
Now, the memories welded, remain
Watching the little fish swim…
Listening to my portable pink radio…
Sitting near the tall pine grove…
As if this covered bridge was mine
At least those days I went there,
It was in a way, for a short time
My location of peace, I’d pretend was home
Maybe now in memory, it has found its place
To be just that, as my mind rewinds and returns
To a pleasant vision that is never forgotten
And a brook that still sings my life’s song
Heidi Sands
11/30/22
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2022
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