I found a bridge
with a spectacular view
of a world far below.
There’s a valley of trees
and leaves of countless trees
surrounding the river flow.
The bridge is a 180 feet high
and spans over a mile
for the cars to zoom along.
When I go over this bridge
I can’t help but think
should I turn my wheel wrong?
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I have a sonnet I wrote titled the bridge as well. Your poem hit me like bricks, so good.
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Something it’s clear to you today
you didn’t turn the wheel wrong
It was just a mere question in your head
as many people in the world
and there’s one replying to your poem
saying that you’re a brave human being
for choosing right and not wrong.
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Sorry Baffy, here it is!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26U_seo0a1g
Hang in there
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It seems the world still shares its beauty with you. Lovely description until the last line. When I was a child I used to be fascinated by the speed of the car. Many times I had to fight the urge to throw open the door to roll out -unharmed of course – like in the movies. But real life isn’t like that. Glad I didn’t. Life gods so much wonder I would have ed missed out. Thank you for visiting my site. Happy blogging.
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Very wel written….it seems you sailed some of the same black seas I drifted on. Call me impressed!
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