Remnant of Bygone Days

Remnant of Bygone Days — Sherry Lynn

 
There is a bridge in disrepair,
  The Bayou Bridge of Old;
Its wooden deck and time-worn wear
  Tell many stories yet untold.
 
It is a Remnant of a Bygone Day,
  The mem'ries of a passing time:
The trees and grass, the shrubs and quay—
  The promised summertime.

Then light and bright and sight and sound
   With smells and winds and breezes
Around me grow with glory crowned—
   The image in mind now freezes.

And then my mind with mem'ries filled
   Thinks back to summers long before;
My heart was thrilled, and then fulfilled—
   The call of past I can't ignore!

But quickly gone the mem'ry passes,
   I notice that the day moves forth.
The atmosphere with glowing gases
   Shimmers bright up to the north.

I take my leave with heavy heart—
   Will find I soon this Bridge of Old?
But in my heart I take a part
   Of Bayou Bridge—and I recall its gold!

- D. Benning

The Old Bayou Bridge — Sherry Lynn