There is a red covered bridge                                                           ­           not  too far from here                                                             ­               with  a  wooden plank floor                                                            ­                where all time disappears                                                       ­                             A  creek  runs  underneath                                      ­             rippling    and  running deep                                                             ­ currents  filled  with colored leaves                                                           ­pushing  through steadily                                                         ­                   Enclosed by shade filled trees                                                            ­          I  can feel it calling out to me                                                              Sometimes in my mind                                                             ­   I  imagine  back in time                                                             ­           who  may  have wandered through                                                          ­      did they have the same point of view?                                                      Was  it just as beautiful to them                                                             ­       a  small slice of heaven?