There is a red covered bridge not too far from here with a wooden plank floor where all time disappears A creek runs underneath rippling and running deep currents filled with colored leaves pushing through steadily Enclosed by shade filled trees I can feel it calling out to me Sometimes in my mind I imagine back in time who may have wandered through did they have the same point of view? Was it just as beautiful to them a small slice of heaven?
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
There is a red covered bridge not too far from here with a wooden plank floor where all time disappears A creek runs underneath rippling and running deep currents filled with colored leaves pushing through steadily Enclosed by shade filled trees I can feel it calling out to me Sometimes in my mind I imagine back in time who may have wandered through did they have the same point of view? Was it just as beautiful to them a small slice of heaven?