Gone But Not Forgotten

Betty Parker

A thing of beauty is a joy forever,
That's what a famous man once said.
Tears of sorrow fill my eyes,
When I recall a covered bridge so nice,
A work of art, it filled a need,
Gone, destroyed, a heinous deed.

Through storms and floods it stood,
Proud even tho 'twas made of wood.
Proud to shelter in time of need,
It spanned a river, to cross a mead.

Mayhap a hundred years or so,
It gave its shade to fishermen below.
Who destroyed this thing of beauty?
What hate filled mind?

Some might say, it's just a bridge,
No, I say, we've lost a treasure,
A big part of your heritage.
Lest we forget.

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