Elin Babcock: Bear Creek Bridge

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The inevitable bridge we are destined
to cross.The water is wide and even
the most powerful among us hesitate
at the start.

And while you wonder if you will make it to the other
side “the wind is telling jokes to the trees… ”Will she
make it? Yet, without hesitation, the venturesome
Elin Babcock endeavors on-word to the other side.

Listen to happy carefree Elin tell of her feat over
The Bear Creek Bridge

Elin Babcock: Bear Creek Bridge

Elin Babcock: Bear Creek Bridge

Elin Babcock: Bear Creek Bridge

The tree covered itself
With a spring cloak
Of chartreuse flowers
With a touch of red
He always said
For a highlight
Drama quite complete.
Dropping garlands
Into the stream.

The condemned bridge
Spans Bear Creek
What car or stick
Or straw will break
Its back?

I am in denial
While crossing
Whistling happy
Carefree
As if it made me lighter
Less of a burden.

I looked back.
Did it always sway that much?
Or moan?

No. Only the wind
Telling jokes to the trees
Uplifting their branches
Into a smile.

The horses come closer,
Quicker to the fence
In spring
And argue at who
Would get the apple first. 

Saddled up
They, too, hesitated
At the bridge.

© Elin Babcock. All rights reserved.

Elin Babcock: Bear Creek Bridge

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The tree covered itself
With a spring cloak

Of chartreuse flowers
With a touch of red
He always said
For a highlight
Drama quite complete.

Dropping garlands
Into the stream.

The condemned bridge
Spans Bear Creek
What car or stick
Or straw will break
Its back?

I am in denial
While crossing

Whistling happy
Carefree
As if it made me lighter
Less of a burden.

I looked back.
Did it always sway that much?
Or moan?

No. Only the wind
Telling jokes to the trees
Uplifting their branches
Into a smile.

The horses come closer,
Quicker to the fence
In spring
And argue at who
Would get the apple first. 

Saddled up
They, too, hesitated
At the bridge.

© Elin Babcock. All rights reserved.lin Babcock Delicate Unwanted Beauty

Elin Babcock Delicate Unwanted Beauty

The tree covered itself
With a spring cloak

Of chartreuse flowers
With a touch of red
He always said
For a highlight
Drama quite complete.

Dropping garlands
Into the stream.

The condemned bridge
Spans Bear Creek
What car or stick
Or straw will break
Its back?

I am in denial
While crossing

Whistling happy
Carefree
As if it made me lighter
Less of a burden.

I looked back.
Did it always sway that much?
Or moan?

No. Only the wind
Telling jokes to the trees
Uplifting their branches
Into a smile.

The horses come closer,
Quicker to the fence
In spring
And argue at who
Would get the apple first. 

Saddled up
They, too, hesitated
At the bridge.

© Elin Babcock. All rights reserved.lin Babcock Delicate Unwanted Beauty

Elin Babcock Delicate Unwanted Beauty