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The Covered Bridge
by Elizabeth K. Fuller
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The covered bridge is standing yet
A relic of the past,
'Twas built in"horse and buggy days"
When life was not so fast.
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They went climbing up the latticework
And hiding on the beams,
Calling out to folks who passed
And scaring all the teams.
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It's seldom now that wagon wheels--
The trotting of a horse
Are heard within the covered bridge,
The changing times, of course
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The boys would carve initials,
Unite what names they pleased,
And then look down in laughter
Because the girls were teased
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I once would boast that I could tell
What farmer came to town
By just the way his buggy squeaked,
His horse's hoofs went down
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But when excitement always reigned
When circus bills were posted
Roaring lions! Acrobats!
All things the circus boasted.
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But now I see a streak of blue,
Sometimes a streak of gray,
An auto has passed through the bridge,
Is speeding on its way.
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We studied on those circus bills
Where daring stunts were shown
And after painful practice
Gave a circus of our own
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The bridge was once a haven
On a rainy summer day
The children in the neighborhood
Would gather there to play.
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But now when children cross the bridge
They're told to hurry through,
And frightened into knowing
What a speeding car might do.
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Sometimes 'twas "kitty corner"
Sometimes 'twas "keeping school,"
A noisy bunch of youngsters
Bent on breaking every rule.
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The covered bridge is standing yet
And through its open portals
The cars go dashing day and night,
What chance have we poor mortals?
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