Covered Bridge

Light-deadening cover rests upon rafters

That span the width between stone and mortar walls

Constructed as blinders for the traveler

Who’s been found through the years to be easily

Distracted by the ghost of Ichabod Crane

The walls a decadent attempt to obscure

Him and his demons from the rest of the world

As he paced back and forth o’er the full length of

The old covered bridge perpendicular to

The relentless dark river flow down below

But for grace which did undergird his dead weight

Through the duration of his wintered regret

He would have fallen headlong into a creek

Where there would be weeping and gnashing of teeth

Tainting the otherwise rustic country scene

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