Untold StoriesA Poem by LynGeistPondeings of what has come before
I stand beneath this crumbling bridge
An echo from the past And ponder who has come before A matey or a lass. Did they cross this bridge With hopes held high With dreams of far off lands A soldier on his way to war Two lovers hand in hand. I stand beneath this crumbling bridge It's brackets Worn and old, It seems to bow before me, It's secrets still untold. Standing still I faintly hear A whisper or the wind, Maybe those who've gone before Are coming home again. I stand beneath this crumbling bridge, Drinking in its glory, And if I listen closely, I hear it's untold story. © 2013 LynGeistReviews
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1 Review Added on January 4, 2013 Last Updated on January 4, 2013 AuthorLynGeistCAAboutI live in California. I am married and have two teenage children and currently devote my time to them. I have a masters degree in social work and like working with people and families. My favorite mom.. more..Writing
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