The ancient bridge sits alone long removed from public service. How many times did the doctor ride his horse across to help deliver a new baby, or the mailman to spread the daily news. How many times did the kids walk across on their way to school, most barefoot by early Spring. How many sturdy wagons creaking with logs crossed to the sawmill, or family carriages to market heaped with corn, beans, and potatoes. When did the first Model T break the quiet and sentence this crossing to isolation and ultimate decay. "Why," a sentimental old fool might wonder out loud. Unable to hold it inside.
© r0289-22 Old Bridge in Field
Pocahontas County, West Virginia
Tuesday 6 June 1989