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
BRUCE MARTONE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-swinging-bridge/
