The Old Swinging Bridge Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

The Old Swinging Bridge



THERE AND OLD SWINGING BRIDGE
THAT STANDS SO TALL
BUT SO FREE OVER THE WATER FALL
THAT SWINGS WHEN I WALK TO THE OTHER SIDE
STOPPING TO LOOK ACROSS
WATCHING THE WATER FALL
TAKES THE WAVES FOR A RIDE
OH THERE AND OLD SWINGING BRIDGE
THAT HIDES IN THE BUSHES KEEPING TO IT'S SELF
IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
BUT WHEN THE SUN GOES OUT
THERE ONLY A FEW STILL KNOW
WHAT THE OLD SWINGING BRIDGE
IS ALL ABOUT

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success