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