The bridge along this road
Is carved from aged beams
Built to carry loads
Across the wild and quiet stream
I’ve walked across its timbers
With its cracks and many pains
That moan and often shiver
Grow slick in heavy rains
I’ve watched it through the seasons
When brown leaves will make the trek
And when for many reasons
I’ve sat upon its deck
And yet the thing I do most love
About this bridge within the shade
Is the way it spans above
All the cares my life has made
Poetry and Verse 