A poem about a covered bridge.

The covered bridge in a New England state park
sees visitors during the four seasons of the year.
Rustic in design atop the river
the bridge joins the modern world to the green land of
mystical wonders where white horses and their commanders
direct them to lead the way through the mists
where woodland sprites and flower pixies
dance around their homes
morning until night
and morning again
when the humans come to visit their world.

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