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The Bridge

The Bridge


A rickety wooden path of someone else’s making
Swings lazily in the breeze over the rivers edge
Buried in the hillside, a pulpit with views breathtaking
Inconsequential by design, camoflauged by God’s scenery
Conveyor of souls, hearts, and time, a melancholy ledge
Blended amidst the earthen sod, hidden in nature’s greenery
Stands the proverbial bridge, gateway to destinies beyond
Haven of all the heart’s desires, the lyrical voice of happiness
Life’s aqueduct, where never-ending dreams are spawned
Hope blooms hardy, and aspirations of youth are ravenous
Passageway of mythical tales, and fabled childhood yarns
Bridgeway to untrue castles, realm where reality seldom lingers
Skip the cobbled walkway of unicorns, and the prince of charms
Instead build the bridge of personal horizons, erect it sturdy and strong
Allow for a bit of fantasy to dwell, but give vision to the path ahead
We are the builders of our own bridge, where joy will find its own song
What lies beyond is of our making, and youthful dreams are all but fed
Through strength, character, and commitment, our sturdy bridge is built
A bridge built upon faith, family, and love, stretches long and wide
Assemble the rugged footholds, where hope is painted in golden gilt
The bridge calls us all by name, follow the path with courage as your guide