The Bridge
By Nevada R
Published 12 August 2016
The Bridge
The bridge is long and brown,
The bridge goes over the train tracks,
The bridge is nice and peaceful.
The bridge is my place were I go to cry and sing,
The bridge is my place were I go to waste time and think,
The bridge is my place were I stay for hours.
The bridge is a place were I like to wave at the train drivers,
The bridge is a place were I like to dance,
The bridge is a place were I like to stare.