BRUCE MARTONE - THE OLD SWINGING BRIDGE

THERE AND OLD SWINGING BRIDGE
THAT STANDS SO TALL
BUT SO FREE OVER THE WATER FALL
THAT SWINGS WHEN I WALK TO THE OTHER SIDE
STOPPING TO LOOK ACROSS
WATCHING THE WATER FALL
TAKES THE WAVES FOR A RIDE
OH THERE AND OLD SWINGING BRIDGE
THAT HIDES IN THE BUSHES KEEPING TO IT'S SELF
IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
BUT WHEN THE SUN GOES OUT
THERE ONLY A FEW STILL KNOW
WHAT THE OLD SWINGING BRIDGE
IS ALL ABOUT

BRUCE MARTONE

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