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The Bridge

posted Mar 28, 2017, 9:32 PM by Kanika G   [ updated Mar 28, 2017, 9:55 PM ]
Illustration by Pell G

Through an open meadow,
runs a little brook
It gurgles and chuckles
merrily, while I look

On the other side, are
the prettiest flowers I've seen
To go over and sniff them,
I am so very keen

So I skip across a bridge,
brown and made of stone,
to the fragrant flower patch
where I can be all alone

Far away from people,
houses, shops and cars,
I roll upon the grass,
enjoying the smell of flowers