Bridge to the Past by Jesse Barnes ~ There once was a time, not to long ago. When the days were relaxed; We all took life slow. The hillsides were green the wildflowers grew. The crescent moon rose in a sky of pale blue. It was where they crossed, where the covered  bridge stood. The headlights aglow, through the aged broken wood. An evening of romance in our memory will last. Passing through time, on the Bridge to the Past.