It has been said that it was very old.
I yearned to see this structure of the past,
and take photos that I knew would last.

Abandoned and silent these bones of steel.
I almost could imagine the horses and cart,
I creeped up so slowly to stand on its heart.
I wanted to cross to feel the ancient ghosts
Unsteady I tried getting half way at most.
But the past held me back, I could not go
As the bridge shook and teetered to and fro.
I will leave you alone this beauty of the past
to harbor your memories that I know will last.
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