A slight breeze brushes against my cheeks
The bubbling sound of water as it rolls over the the rocks
below the rickety old boards that seem to fragile to hold me
the boards creak as the wind blows through the old weathered wood
but it doesn’t scare me I know I’m safe just as I know my secrets are save
with in these old walls.. years of my youth play back In my mind.
as I sit something catches my eye in the distance
the suns rays shines on the object making it a almost blinding
I walk to it.. its metal I bend down to get a closer look its a lonely earring that has been faded by time..
it’s a sign that I’m not the only one who has come here
if only these walls could talk I laugh to myself oh how we would all been
as I walk away I turn and take one more look good bye old friend
the wind picks up and the old covered bridge creaks even more
I just smile and keep on walking.