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The Old Bridge
It had been far too long
Since I followed that trail
Out past granddad’s barn
Leading off into the field.
We had worn that path over time
That troop of children on the hunt
Always an adventure to be found
Imaginations merged in our world.
Granddad allowed us to cross the wheat
We’d get soaked at the little stream
Imagine our surprise to see the bridge
He put it up while we were at school.
Off to the woods for countless hours
So many memories stored to share
That old bridge stands to this day
I wish all those crossing remained.