The Bridge

The mountains were beautiful-

barely saw the ground

windy up there-

rain, snow or hail.

First trip,

in a voice loud enough

to cross 

the big big bridge,

rolling through 

along the way

people cheered, 

they saw.

Much too high

I can't go

I'm afraid.

The truth was,

the big, big bridge.

Are all afraid?

I'm stuck.

Where was I going?

Afraid to.

The whirl,

rescue,

the blue sky above,

I almost.

Backed up

in wonder,

happy to have seen.

Proud,

the big,big bridge.