The Bridge Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

The Bridge

The bridge hung lazily above that lively stream,
It had nothing to do but be rigid and day dream.
He used to stand on its stony spine and peer out on the water,
Just thinking eternally of his one and only lover.

The bridge heard all his troubles for each and every day,
Cradling his sadness in it’s kind and caring way.
He spent hours throwing stones onto the waters shallow bed,
Dreading each possibility that could lie ahead.

Thank heavens for the bridge that still hangs above the stream,
You are still the prettiest picture, that I have ever seen.