A winding bridge of days gone by
a generation served
So aptly named the Victory Bridge
her presence still preserved...
The trees give comfort from the sun
and weeds adorn her rails
Warning signs displayed for all
they hang by rusty nails...
Today she sits alone and still
in silence she awaits
In time we know they'll come for her
and what will be her fate...
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2018
Music by Stanton Lanier
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