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County
road bridges with their steel trusses
and rusted beams spanned many a creek in Texas
In many counties there were the only architecture around. Worthy
of a look, a drive over
There was excitement in their crossing
as cars could narrowly pass, and through their rickety railings,
green mossy water loomed, looking ominous especially to a child
holding mama's hand
Some bridges were wood planked and clapped and rattled as cars crept
cautiously over them
You could hear the boards below tapping out their rythym as they
were crossed
clap clap clap clap clap clap
County road bridges are now long gone
replaced with boring bridges that all look alike, their romance
replaced with the coldness of concrete
Time rushed on and people rushed by
bringing with them
that awful
thing known as progress
So county bridges that had lasted a hundred years
were pulled down and scrapped
By design,
by desire, to go faster and faster
to get to a place sooner rather than
enjoy the ride, the view from a bridge
Having spanned a century
The county bridges made it easier for
progress to happen, and by their functional success
brought about their own demise.
© d.knape
March
10, 2014
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