The Old Rickety Walking Bridge
Why, hidden from the vista
Now there in the view
Warped, shaky
Strange that unseen before
That old rickety walking bridge
Where does your path lead
Not well worn, but over grown
With grass, thorns, and thistles
Today I will do something
New, I will follow you
Wherever you lead
You will be my guide
(Whoever reads this one, take it up and see where you can go with it. Sara)
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