AT THE BRIDGE By ... Steve Lucky

            AT THE BRIDGE
          By ... Steve Lucky

A small boy approached an old, wooden bridge
Connecting two sides of the forest
Seperated by a mighty river.
The bridge had seen many travellers come and go
As it did its job, providing safe passage
To the other side of the river.
Normally the people crossing
Did not pay much attention to the bridge.
Their only concern was reaching their destination.
The small boy made his way over to the bridge
Knowing nothing about the bridge
Or the people who crossed it.
He was just looking for a way
To reach the other side.
The old bridge greeted him
In the same way as all the others.
The small boy, however,
Was content to remain at the bridge.
He sat on the bridge
And watched the river flow underneath.
Gradually the old bridge realized
That this was his destination.
The small boy had no place else to go
And no other place in mind.

Copyright 2000, Steve Lucky