The Fieldstone Bridge
The resonance of ages past
hides in the old fieldstone bridge;
echoes of lives lived long ago
rides upon the ether's
just above the creek water,
that flows to winding rivers
and beyond.
Moss spreads its young roots
where ancestors walked,
the foliage masks the ghosts
of lovers in embrace.
As a child I listened to the
songs of angels among the trees and
watched the elementals dance
with childish eyes of wonder.
That old fieldstone bridge,
was a magical sanctuary.
1-8-2020
Favourite Poem from January 2020 Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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