The Old Bridge
With the autumn season coming
Leaves are drifting to the ground
Some are keeping pretty colors
But most are now turning brown
He trudges along with his dog
As he sees the ducks swim by
He didn't catch many fish here
But not because he didn't try
Today the sun shines brightly
It casts shadows on the pier
He knows school soon starts
But he would rather be here
He sees the old wood bridge
From it he saw so much fright
He was late going back home
It was dark that scarey night
By Acie
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