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Babb's Bridge

South Windham, Maine


The Covered Bridge

by Elizabeth K. Fuller


The covered bridge is standing yet

A relic of the past,

'Twas built in"horse and buggy days"

When life was not so fast.


They went climbing up the latticework

And hiding on the beams,

Calling out to folks who passed

And scaring all the teams.


It's seldom now that wagon wheels--

The trotting of a horse

Are heard within the covered bridge,

The changing times, of course


The boys would carve initials,

Unite what names they pleased,

And then look down in laughter

Because the girls were teased


I once would boast that I could tell

What farmer came to town

By just the way his buggy squeaked,

His horse's hoofs went down


But when excitement always reigned

When circus bills were posted

Roaring lions! Acrobats!

All things the circus boasted.


But now I see a streak of blue,

Sometimes a streak of gray,

An auto has passed through the bridge,

Is speeding on its way.


We studied on those circus bills

Where daring stunts were shown

And after painful practice

Gave a circus of our own


The bridge was once a haven

On a rainy summer day

The children in the neighborhood

Would gather there to play.


But now when children cross the bridge

They're told to hurry through,

And frightened into knowing

What a speeding car might do.


Sometimes 'twas "kitty corner"

Sometimes 'twas "keeping school,"

A noisy bunch of youngsters

Bent on breaking every rule.


The covered bridge is standing yet

And through its open portals

The cars go dashing day and night,

What chance have we poor mortals?

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Taken on September 26, 2012