Over or under Are two ways to go But the second you better Have a paddle to row; A boat that floats With no sign of leaks And waterproof shoes If you slip into the creek; On second thought I think you should walk Over the bridge In clean shoes and dry socks
“Tread lightly,” They warned With looks of scorn As I acknowledged them politely; “No one knows what exists Across the bridge, Surely, trouble lives Near the forest ridge. We’ve seen shadows lurk Between the trees And heard squeals Carried over on the breeze.” The crowd dispersed Retreating to their cabins Oblivious to what’s about to… Read More Bridge of Chance
Jessica M. Collette 
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