In the distance, I saw the bridge,Made up of firm wooden poles,Strung by rope 'n matted splints,Hanging like a cradle over waters,Stretching from 'here' to a 'there'.
No second thoughts rose in me, I headed straight for it, withoutthat familiar cloud of grey doubt.I knew it was the promised land,The one that led from my 'here'.
Straining 'n swaying in the wind,It beckoned with hope and faith,Offering a token of trust in light,Caught glinting in the sun's rays,Something it dared to do 'there'.
On it, I, a woman, finally walked,My scarf flirting with the breeze,Soft in its little sweet nothings,The waters below smiling anon,As if this was it, all in it, a 'here'!
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