The Bridge Back Home
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
I traced my steps across The Bridge
from whence I left
my native home
The Bridge that spans my early days
birth through childhood
seed to stalk
Ne’er did I think
I would return
to beauty more than I deserved
Suspended high above the fray
I stood in awe
and saw the way
I walked from one side to the next
across the years
and memories past
Upon the zenith
of The Bridge
realization came to pass
Who says there is no coming home
when heart and soul
remain steadfast
My bonny Brooklyn
does remain
in every fiber of who is me
It matters not
where I have been
the past and future do connect
The Brooklyn Bridge
mighty and proud
will forever take me there
Back to the place I love the most
Brooklyn dearest
then and now
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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