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Romantic they say of the covered bridge.
All closed up inside with snow on the ridge.

Red is the favorite color it seems
As we look at it covering over streams.

The trees are all bare around it too,
Far down the road we get a good view.

Shall we go by foot as we pass through, 
Or maybe we’ll go by way of the car too?

It sounds funny in here as we holler to each other
While we are walking from one side to the other.

And then in the car the boards under us rumble.
Snowflakes are falling again we both mumble.

Outside again the view is so great
As we look for another bridge to take.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney