THE VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
There is a bridge on the way to you
Right in the middle of it is an amazing view
In the distance I see the heath
Colours of purple heather
The ripples of the water beneath
So tranquil no matter what the weather
I have to stop to look
Though I’m excited for us to be together
To hear the babbling brook
Gifts me with thoughts of Déjà vu
Oh what a beautiful view
On my way to you
The silver sky, with routes of blue
Is this real? Is it true?
Tiny yellow birds with a black stripe
Gathering berry’s with all their might
Long slim red fish
Happily swimming with a drake
I stop to make a wish
Am I dreaming?
No, I’m awake
Beauty surrounds me
Filling my heart with glee
Branches bowing as though to give respect
Causing a shadowy affect
There’s something about here how I connect
A feeling of belonging
Oh, the time, this perfection I’m prolonging
On my way to you now my love
I will be soon in your arms
And thank the Gods above
For showing me such a life
It’s your charms
Which protect me from strife
It’s your kiss
When apart, I do miss
But dearest, on my way to you
I experience, such a view
Coppy Right Fiona Cummings 2014
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