When I see bridges like this it makes me feel very poetic but alas I am having a little writers block again. I really really hate that. lol anyway I hope everyone likes this little bridge
Oct 31, 2006 8:38:14 pmby mamabobbijo Homepage »
A lonely bridge in a quiet wood, the brook singing down below,
Offers walkers such a choice, which way they want to go.
Perhaps this way lies my hearts desire, it will take me that way then,
And if I find naught that I love so dear, it will take me home again.
All the while the brook below, sings its' gentle song,
I've passed this way so many times that now I sing along.
And many times the truth be told, I simply come and dream,
About the places I could go, if I were braver than I seem.
Or perhaps that is the most courageous thing, to stay where I am home,
To face the problems I have here, instead of wandering off alone.
I never can decide at all, which way I want to go,
So I sit here on a bridge in the woods, singing with the brook below.
Very inspiring shot, thanks. BJ