My next assessment that I’d like to share with you is my poem The Bridge, haha. It hasn’t changed much from the original however. The second poem that I turned in was The Captain’s Log which did not change at all in my editing process, so if you’d like to take another look please click the old link.
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THE BRIDGE
there it is.
just on the other side.
Shadows of ferns and thorns of rosebushes.
only one way across.
an uncertain step.
bits of bark slip loose.
they fall into shallow, rushing water.
inches deep. miles deep.
A steady step. asteady leap.
to be swallowed by
Shadows of ferns and thorns of rosebushes.
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