Sent in honor of Pepperell’s old covered bridge.
After many generations of use you’ve begun to show your wear,
And now your paint is fading as time has tarnished your flair,
Bestowing a vintage of age upon our old covered bridge,
But fear not old friend we will watch over you, this we pledge.
As so many generations of both young and old,
Have depended on the strength of their faithful wooden friend,
Who seemed to safely guide them over waters so swift and bold,
You’ll always be our treasured beauty from end to end.
If our old wooden bridge could speak,
Ahhh, what enchanting stories it would tell,
Of sweethearts strolling across its moonlit deck,
And of romancing couples making their lifetime pledge.
With the old bridge seemingly extending its arms across the waters,
As to assure safe passage to all its borders,
Many a craftsman has sought your safe passage,
Crossing over your structure with heavy loads of lumber and stone.
And farmers delivering produce on their horse-driven carriage,
From the weight of their workload your structure would groan,
But you never complained old wooden friend,
Through wind and storm on you we could always depend.
With your mighty structure being so rigid and strong,
Hence your glory and beauty has lasted so long,
But through it all you’ve stood your ground,
As you made your place amidst the birth of a town,
You never let us down old friend.
For this we will watch over you until the very end,
Although after many a storm your structure has wilted,
But our fond memories of our safe passage could never be altered,
And so as our old friend lends a mighty silhouette against the night sky,
We will bid good night to our old covered bridge,
And for now we will say good-bye.