“Let every man
Praise the bridge
That carries him over.”
An Old English Proverb
Music: Magic Travels
We were now traveling towards home
On an extremely peaceful country lane
There were not any other souls around
On this January day, filled with icy rain
I always travel down the serene back roads
You can have your modern, super highways
They only offer tons of traffic and billboards
Our land’s grandeur, is found on rural byways
And suddenly, there it was, now directly in front of us
This old covered wooden bridge, so elegantly grand
Built sometime, way back, in the nineteenth century
By very hardy souls, who lived and toiled on this land
Most of America’s extremely quaint old covered bridges
Were constructed of wood, so very plentiful at the time
I soon stopped my truck beside this wondrous old bridge
Savoring its fine workmanship, now feeling quite sublime
Here was a place my dogs and I now lingered for awhile
Now taking in a magnificent piece of American history
Too many of these historic old bridges, are now gone
But the ones that still remain, always emanate serenity
They remind me of a time, which now seems so long ago
When we revered the simple things in life, and nature, too
Standing over an old rolling river, on an old covered bridge
Always helps me to somehow alleviate my modern day blues
Sights like this convince me that I was born in the wrong century
How I would have truly loved to help build a bridge such as this
These days, all I can do, is wander the back roads of America
In search of vanishing treasures, which still provide a little bliss
©January 2013, Mr. Ed
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Anna
Peace be with you my friend,
John Michael
budd
for a merry ole Soul are You!!!
sending us on a wonderous journey..
Lady Vivian
I have never seen a wooden covered bridge except in pictures and in the movies. However, from my fishing days I spent many a time under and around bridges because the winter ice always dug deep holes where the best fish were in the shade of the bridge. The other sites that I've seen include the ferries that I have been privileged to cross rivers in. Those family-run ferries have been disappearing from the landscape like family farms.
Ron
An emphatic NO to the above, u were NOT born in the wrong century, u were born to take care of animals in this century & let the rest of us know what its like to be truly human...e
than to travel the backgrounds... I prefer them
over anything...
I do not care for the highways... You miss everything...
I am never in a hurry, and prefer to enjoy nature...
I envy what a beautiful journey you have taken us on here...
Back in time with the visions neatly in place...
But remember, we have been there in those times and before...
It's why we wish to return to a simpler time of the beauty we
so long for...
Thank you
Love and Light
Lily
I can hear my own inner voice saying exactly that, over so many things. I would have been much better suited the bygone days. It is reflected in my values and my preferences, even my writing.
A wonderful ode to a bygone era.
Cheers,
Dan
A beautiful written glimpse of the past that was built by
strength and determination of men in their era.
There are several covered bridges in our area. Love to
see and walk or drive across each one. A sense of peace
that brings you to another time if only just for a moment.
Your delightful journey with your dogs and this covered
bridge is splendid.
Lady Mary Ann