That old Covered Bridge,
Just beyond the lane,
Brings back memories of,
A happy childhood again.

We used to hide behind,
The post of the bridge,
Jump and yell to scare,
Anyone crossing the ridge.

Hanging out the window,
Looking in the creek below,
Counting the turtles as,
They crawled about so slow.

As a young girl walking with,
A special friend at night,
Stopping beneath the shelter,
Stealing a kiss out of sight.

An old buggy slowly crosses,
The covered bridge's planks,
They are creaking and groaning,
From each dirt packed bank.

The sunlight dances through the trees,
Creating funny shadows on the lane,
Changes with the sun's movement as,
The Covered Bridge shadow reigns.

I stand now in that great shadow,
Covered Bridge memories abound,
Lovers walking in the night,
True love there was all around.

Many a proposal was given and,
Accepted at this favorite spot,
Where hearts were wooed and won,
Some couples even tied the knot.

Time has come to bid good-bye,
To the memories of the past,
I will say adieu to a favorite place,
Where happy times will always last.

No more groaning and creaking as,
Cars slowly pass this way,
Passing through shadows of the past,
Where lovers met in their day.

Gayle Davisİ
28 December 2009
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