I'm not on that bridge
the one I'm driving under;
where does it lead,
what is there to see?
I follow the paved
double yellow dutifully,
wondering if the other
meanders through a scenic route
of farms, trails, historic homes,
perhaps a few grand mountain views;
decide to cutback, detour,
look down upon where I have been,
full of excitement for what lies ahead
as my children lament,
"Here she goes again!"
by Margaret Bednar, 11-28-2012
This is for Poet's United - Wonder Wednesday #11 Bridge.
Further proof we should wander off the planned path now and again ...