Bridge of Life

April Higney
Sitting beneath the old covered bridge,
weathered long past it's day.
Boards splintered, some broken,
the red paint chipping away.

I stand beside myself, looking from a distance.
It looks so strong and so new, capturing my imagination.
No one would know of it's weakened structure by this view,
that it needs fresh paint and restoration.

Sitting beneath the old covered bridge,
the rain begins to fall.
The roof lets in the water through the cracks,
wearing thin the form that once stood so tall.

It reminds me of something, as I stand beyond,
looking at this foundation from the outside.
Boards splintered, some broken,
time weathered, sun-dried.

I stand beside myself, looking from a distance.
It looks so strong and so new, capturing my fascination.
It seems to mirror life's reflection beside the lake,
needing fresh paint and restoration.

Sitting beneath the old covered bridge
weathered long past it's day.
Boards splintered, some broken,
the red paint chipping away.

I stand beside myself, looking from a distance,
and think about the old broken board.
Time weathered, sun-dried,
it's heart needing to be restored.

Published by April Higney

A love for writing poetry for many years. Main concepts are based upon past/present/future struggles & issues of life and relationships, love and family. I am strongly passionate about entwining my heart & s...  View profile

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  • Julie Darleen11/22/2009

    Nice contrast between the bridge and self...nice

  • Maxine Nelson11/20/2009

    Exquisite vivid imagery describing the bridge. Loved it!

  • Major Jester11/20/2009

    Marvelous verse!

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