Covered Bridge, Thomaston, GA

The feet, the wheels, the wagons that came through here
Can still be heard by those with ears to hear
The covering protects their holy mem’ries
Enabling them, perhaps, to reappear

The days are gone when everything was covered
The elements of life are on us all
And every move we make is tracked and charted
To be retrieved when we’ve gone past the wall

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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