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Oh, no I’m never going to make it I say.
You want me to cross the bridge with a sway!
Grandfather’s Mountain is beautiful I have to agree,
But crossing on foot with a sway, Oh, no not me.
There are sides to hold onto.  Yes, I can see,
And you’re going to cross it even without me?
I can’t let that happen, I’ll just have to build up
My bravery, my confidence and yup.
I’m going to do it.  I know that I can do it.
I keep repeating to myself through it.
It’s swaying, It’s wobbling, what can I do?
I’ll stand here a minute; take a picture, will you?
I’m in the middle.  I can hardly believe the sight.
Oh, what I could have missed for my fright.
I’m coming to the other side and getting ready to land.
I feel like cheering and marching with a band.
Another fear has been put away
With the conquering of the bridge with the sway.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney