In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.
Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"
She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.
She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.
Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.
My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.
I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.
Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.
So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.
"We're still here", so make new memories.
Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.
North Carolina is home to 2 of only a couple hundred covered bridges left in America.
I visited the Pisgah Covered Bridge in Asheboro, NC which is only a short drive from my home in Thomasville, NC
and I wrote this poem and filmed a video for my you tube channel.
Check it out at
https://youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
