One Time Ago, There Was A Bridge, A Bridge Of Colorful Things In The World

One night, a colorful night, the bridge was a wide open

road street path, ten thousand acres high, it could be bigger

and biggest then that, how bright the bridge is and was in

life and style, on the right side of the bridge, there was a

young uptown boy who walked gracefully to the colorful

bridge, on the left side of the bridge, there was a young

small town girl who walk down stream to the remarkable

breathing colorful bridge too, the wind the air the breeze

came through and throughout, the small town girl she was

walking further and further, she stop right there, the

uptown boy, he further and further too, he stop right there

also too, he put his hand out as long and longest, a young

girl, she extended her hand out too, they'd smell the ongoing

bridge so perfectly and smooth, a young uptown boy came

closer and closer, a young small town girl came closer and

closer too, they'd put their hands together and togetherness

as well as it could be, they'll walk to the colorful bridge

railings in earth and heaven, how spirited is the bridge in their

hearts and souls combine thee, it should be a love story or

a fabulous fairy tales too

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-21-15