Wednesday, September 28, 2011

To a Covered Bridge

In the deep of the forest we found you,
such a masterpiece can't be ignored,
so slowly we entered, admired and loved
every beautiful inch we explored.

Now a historical landmark, 
you have served so long and so well.
If your planks and timbers could talk,
oh ! what wonderful tales they would tell.

The traveler found shelter within you
when nature brought snow, freezing cold.
Farm animals were kept from stampeding,
'cause you looked like their barn on the road.

Protecting the trains that crossed you
by keeping out rot from the spans,
was another job you performed well,
as your roof added strength, took a stand.

I'd be remiss if I didn't acknowledge
you provided many moments of bliss
to gentlemen who went courting
and in your sheltering arms stole a kiss.

© Candice W. Coghill, September, 2011

Photograph courtesy of Sandra Langdon-Wilson


  1. Lovely, you capture the magic that is a covered bridge--sturdy, standing against the lements providing shelter for body and soul.

  2. So nice! The images are wonderful, and you did a great job with the rhyme.

  3. Gayle, thank you so much. Covered bridges always have held a special appeal for me, and Sandy's photo is a beautiful example of what you describe.

  4. Hi, Patti, and thank you ! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

  5. Hello Candice... thanks for posting your blog address on She Writes poetry critique... glad I found you here! I particularly like the images in this poem... I was drawn to the line

    by keeping out rot from the spans

    I like the rhythm of this poem as well. Thanks for sharing! Be well, Melissa

  6. Hi,Melissa...

    Good to see you here! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. The photographer is my cousin-in-law and her photos always are inspiring.

    Thanks for the visit, and I'll *see* you soon on She Writes

    Warm regards, Candice

  7. What a gorgeous poem and an inspiring photo indeed, I've always wanted to see on of these bridges, it seems like they harbour many stories and poems within their creaking beams.