The Old Bridge to Grandma's House!

The Old Bridge!

The old bridge goes nowhere now.

It once crossed to memories of grandma’s house.

Through the thicket and across the creek,

We would run and jump so eager to seek

Grandma waiting by the old kitchen door;

Calling out to us to come in and enjoy,

Cookies from the oven, milk from the cow,

I wish I could cross the bridge

And be there right now!