The Red Bridge
By Julie (Hannemann) Lacksonen
I am a foot bridge,
I'm tired and worn from years of boots and shoes.
My wood is cracking,
and I have been blocked off from human use.
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My red paint gives me pride, like the pathway I provide
And the water I'm astride.
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I span a river,
With its current slowly tickling my feet.
It's called the Fish Hook,
A finer river you will never meet.
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My red paint gives me pride, like the pathway I provide
And the water I'm astride.
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Here in Park Rapids,
The kids play water sports all summer long
And then it freezes,
In winter, ice houses are standing strong.
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My red paint gives me pride, like the pathway I provide
And the water I'm astride.
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I felt like crying
The day they took me down, towed me away,
But then they put me
Into a park, and now I'm here to stay.
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My new paint gives me pride, like the fun that I provide,
As the kids across me stride, in the park, now river side.
This was a fun walk down memory lane, having grown up right on the Fish Hook River in Park Rapids, Minnesota.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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