The Bridge

I remember a much simpler time
When the world was round and so innocent

There was a country store, a narrow creek
An old cable hung from a metal bridge

The launching point from which people would swing
A semi flat rock on the muddy bank

For an extra thrill, one could climb the bridge
Dare, and a step into just nothing

Rushing air, a great splash, and the bottom
Once to the surface, proving your courage

Occasionally, all would abandon
When a lazy old snake would swim along

This gave chance for sharing time and a joke
A soda, potato chips, and moon pie

Dripping wet, cut-off shorts, and the warm sun
Innocent minds, so far, not corrupted

No one thought of what the future would bring
The poor, lived from day to day, happily

We earned our pay from driving a tractor
Hauling hay and digging fence posts all day

Upon returning home to family
We ate home cooking and slept untroubled

Yes, I remember a simpler time
The creek, friends, family, and innocence

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Memory Photographs Series