Memories
by Julia Alexander
I think I hear faint whispers
As I cross the abandoned bridge
And climb the mountain far ahead
To reach the topmost ridge.
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I see the hills that lie beyond
Then descend to the valley below
Where sweethearts have a trysting place
As their parents long ago.
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I pause to look at the tumbled bridge
With its old, moss-covered roof
And in fancy I hear again
The sound of plodding hoof.
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I seem to hear the swallows
As back and forth they go,
Carrying mud to build their nests
Under the eaves to low.
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The bridge, which JP photographed in 2011 was the Orient Bridge in Pickaway County in Ohio. I won’t go further with that structure, except I wrote an article and included a clip from History in your Own Backyard by Satolli Glassmeyer. To learn more about the bridge, click here.
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