Covered bridge of the arctic north dripping long limpid icicles spears lamplight's hazy glow lights the way a warm welcome, bids all enter here the echo of hoof beats off the beam walls and the jingle of bells on leather harness all blend with the sound of the sleds swish my heart races at the hollow thumping knowing there is only air and ice flow below yet this old bridge does hold me dear for at least this one more trip across I turn looking back over my shoulder as the bridge fades in distance view much to my glad hearts amazement this bridge of hollow countenance appears to posses a parting smile
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Reviews of "Covered Bridges"
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on September 27, 2006
Brought back memories.
Covered bridges are disappearing.
Enjoyed reading.
Reviewed by Renee Bagley (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2004
I enjoyed the strong vivid images you presented with your poetry. This is lovely!
Ah, the covered bridges, the burning bridges in fact in Iowa, morphed into a colder climate, much more picturesque, and the smile is so nice a touch. Thanks, cheryl.
Quite a journey you've described, Cheryl. Enjoyed reading about it in your poem.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on December 5, 2003
Cyherl,
Beautiful again
"my heart races at the hollow thumping
knowing there is only air and ice flow below
yet this old bridge does hold me dear
for at least this one more trip across
I turn looking back over my shoulder
as the bridge fades in distance view
much to my glad hearts amazement
this bridge of hollow countenance
appears to posses a parting smile "
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Covered bridges are disappearing.
Enjoyed reading.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Beautiful again
"my heart races at the hollow thumping
knowing there is only air and ice flow below
yet this old bridge does hold me dear
for at least this one more trip across
I turn looking back over my shoulder
as the bridge fades in distance view
much to my glad hearts amazement
this bridge of hollow countenance
appears to posses a parting smile "
Peg