Thursday, January 24, 2008

My Old Wooden Bridge Comments

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On the old wooden bridge that spanned our stream
Many hours were spent of my childhood in dream
Gazing, reflecting on scenes I had known
The one hand reaching toward life and home
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Kate Wiley
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James B. Earley 23 April 2008

A poignant tribute to another time, another place! Passionately expressed. Thanks.

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Lynda Robson 24 January 2008

A lovely poem Kate, thanks for sharing your childhood memories with us, bestw wishes Lynda

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