By the Trestle Bridge

Actual Trestle Bridge from Google – no copyright infringement intended

no idea where I was going
where my footsteps were taking me
not long off the bus and my bags still hanging off the borrowed bed
I’m running toward something
my faith in a girl next door relationship
built on the stock of only a few summers
we were school break friends and I just had to see this
according to everyone
and everyone was going to be there
that was the promise and with a pinky swear
I was a nervous boy in a foreign land
on loan from thirteen-year-old best buds
speaking only the language of the shy and quiet ones
making what would become a beautiful memory
under the bright big moon
along the sparkle-kissed river
surrounded by the sounds of the teenage
on a warm night in August
by the trestle bridge

11 thoughts on “By the Trestle Bridge

      1. You’re 100% correct. If it makes sense it connects me to an inner Ash and the result are poems, memories, stories etc. I always feel away from the rest of the world so to speak. In control of my moments. I still owe you a podcast. Working on it. 😉

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    1. Hi, thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate the visit for the read. It’s a little childhood memory that came flashing back while I was out for a walk a few days ago. Take care.

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