A Drowned Bridge

 

When drought was on the land the water shrank

In Baldwin valley, and the hidden ooze

Rose into sight behind the holding wall;

And as the level of the water sank

Revealed were long-submerged but patent clues

To what had been a farmstead, neat and small.

And where the remnants of a road and bank

Reached the old stream a bridge, with stones now loose,

Stood in the waters which did slowly fall,

Relic of by-gone days, forgotten, blank.

And so within my mind at times appears

A scene long hidden which I thought was lost,

Brought to my notice at some pain and cost,

Something that long lay drowned in all my tears.

 

Weekly Times     10.6.60