She remembers the
feeling of
falling
falling
falling
down a thousand
feet to the
creek below
The creek bed lie
swirling
swiftly
moving
in the rainy
windy
afternoon
She could see the
pebbles
smooth
glass
reflections
greeting
Then the bridge
swinging
stilled
silencing
her fears
She trembled as
hanging on
she saw him
waiting
The other side
beckoning she
moved forward
She no longer
was falling
© February 2012
Renee Espriu
Years ago now I went on a hiking trip with some friends and my teenage son. The foot bridge across the stream below was closed so we climbed to the top to another way across, a swinging bridge with rope for hand holds and wooden slats that were not very close to one another. When we arrived it began raining and the wind was strong. My son went straight across but I remained glued to the spot. I don’t do well with heights and I’ve never again went across another swinging bridge. There was only room for one person at a time to walk. Quite an experience.
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I can feel the emotions in your poem. We have lots of swinging bridges here. I like them as long as my husband doesn’t rock the bridge He thinks it’s fun
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I know of them but had not encountered one until we came across the bridge that was washed out. So narrow and with the wind blowing and rain…well, it was nearly too much. My son didn’t realize how frightened I was but when I got across and began to cry, he knew. He was so young and fearless then.
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Ooh, Renee, your poem and drawing speak volumes. I would have stayed rooted to the spot!
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I did stay rooted but there were some others waiting behind me to go across so had to go as there was only one way or we had to go back the way we came. So I went but never again.
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I loved the poem .. It was like being stuck in life with a higher power watching for you ..
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I did feel that I was being taken care of even though I was quite frightened. My son was just a teenager but was so kind after he realized I was truly afraid. He has a good heart.
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You were Brave Renee, I too do not like heights to that extent.. and to walk across in such conditions was very Brave… Lovely drawing you did too and fitted perfectly with your poem xx Hugs to you my friend, I hope you are well xx
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Not quite sure I would label me as ‘brave’ , my friend, but it was necessary to go forward and that is what life is all about. Thank You!
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I may have done that when I was younger not a chance in hell now. Not unless my life depended on it I guess and then it would only be IF I wanted to live more than I wanted to die…. LOL
Great pic and prose to go with it.
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i most probably would have stayed put if i was you. i am terribly scared of height, actually i freeze 🙂
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I wanted to stay but the others were all going and I couldn’t go back alone.
I do not like heights.
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loved the painting.
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Thank you Trisha!
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Beautiful poem and picture. There is NO WAY I would have gone across that bridge, even if it meant going back the way I had come.
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I was in a quandary. Go back alone with no one to accompany me or go ahead. Once across we found another way to go back. Not an experience I would ever want to repeat. Thanks Libby!
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I enjoyed your rendering of the actual bridge here. It seems like it must of been a scary trip and I get the feeling of thinking you might fall into the crevice below. Well done, I could feel myself there with you in your plight
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