The Covered Bridge Poem by Jason Cline

The covered bridge above a stream
in hues of weathered colour cream,
who's planks once bowed from wheel and hoof -
her carriages now seem aloof,
and paint curls back off every beam.

Traversed by oxen as a team
the wear and tear had been extreme.
Several bids were made to proof
the covered bridge,

but they were few and far between.
Now years gone by, they cross by steam.
Expelling out her grey-white poof,
the churning locomotive's woof,
her trav'lers 'member naught, but dream
the covered bridge.