Some Things In Jest, About You

you and I, under an old covered bridge, why did they build it so, as though we might feel unafraid passing through it. And the tract winds and the horses that led the carraige to be painted like a new barn A barrier to cross across the river or the steep ridge, only to reach any progress, something for the townsfolk to be proud of. You and I, me and you. We stay together even though I would rather be in a colder climate, because I do love the snow. And you keep me here, I say in jest, about you. Peace!