Best Spanning Poems
I've spanned these banks for many years,
made evident in the rusty tin adorning my roof
My sides are scarred , colors been stripped
from angry storms through hundreds of seasons.
My river bed ran dry back in late October
then Winter snows frosted my planks
but I was still fit for anyone crossing over
from one side to the other of the Kanawha River.
Come Spring, rushing water will flow under me
splashing over rocks as it rushes to the sea.
Bird droppings will build along each window sill
when nest-building robins arrive in flocks.
People walk across my wooden floor
some hesitate before taking each step
for my trusses tend to creak now and then
and I swell in places; curses of growing old.
I've been crossed by deer, hoofed by cows,
wheeled over by bicycle's and horse-drawn buggies.
They were all kinder than the smelly fumes spread
by those disrespectful autos that never slow down.
My weathered brows face North and South
making me a tunnel for bold Nor'easters
that swiftly tear through me and chip my paint.
I like to think it enhances my pastoral character.
I might be 'rickety,' but if you call me 'shabby'
that rumbling you hear will be me grumbling.
I'm proud of the state I'm in, physically sound
and geographically, two miles outside of town.
As long as I can stand on my supporting piers
I'll relive memories made beneath my roof.
A covered bridge spans more than the waters
of the gentle river where life flows free beneath me.
August 25, 2017
Nobody knows why the sun shine.
But it does every day it is not pouring outside.
What a life to excite?
I got my man on my mind.
Everybody wants a part of the fame.
Want me to love them as my friend.
But in my spare time, I have to live my life.
Come in and be my entertainment.
Let me laugh at your humor.
Let me enjoy who I am.
I am the show stopper and you are my fan.
Anyone would know that I am to adore.
That is as Adele or Lady Gaga.
I am the Big Band Queen spanning trees.
Just like in other music genres.
Genres are Pop and Big Band.
I am in those mediums.
Come in and be my entertainer.
Make yourself more than an amateur.
I am fortunate to be so adorn.
I love to give back the same aura.
This is a tribute to Adele and Lady Gaga.
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Written 4 November, 2015!
I learned the art of sulking in my mid-teens,
and told to get off my fat **** by all means,
It was the best time on Earth in my twenties,
parents released strings and no longer sentries.
Maturity started to ease me in the thirties,
someone said that all men were bastards,
traits, imperfections smoothed out in forties,
advised to watch out for incoming penalties.
The involuntary half-way was the fifties,
when you by-passed sex and stupid infidelities,
suddenly you were younger reaching sixties,
and dreamed of twenties, ********, more not less.
Eyebrows raised when a young wife greeted seventies,
but you may take a lifetime to find the right qualities.
Snow
Stretches
On grey beams
Spanning our walk
So over the misty water we dream
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September 23, 2019
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