CROSSING

The Crossing

By Keesa Wynne & Phillip Wynne

Concealed in a jungle, lush and green

Appeared the longest bridge I’d ever seen.

The bridge stretched so far and wide;

Magically suspended by ropes up its side.

Adorned with the rarest planks of wood

The bridge to nowhere majestically stood.

As foretold by my ancestors in legends

My arrival at this bridge was predestined.

According to the tales I had been told,

There was a treasure worth more than gold.

So, with a curious wonder, I started across;

With no destination in sight, I felt quite lost.

The anticipation as I crossed that great chasm

Caused my faint heart to suddenly spasm.

The canopy made the crossing dark and drear;

Gaps in the planks triggered my fears.

The thunderous sound of the rushing river

Made my bottom lip uncontrollably quiver.

As the bridge steadily swayed in the breeze

I mustered the courage, so I would not freeze.

With each step, I felt more unsteady;

A wrong step on this bridge could be deadly.

So, I held on ever tightly to the bridge’s ropes

The tension of its fibers filled me with hope.

The day slowly turned to night;

The arrival of the darkness filled me with fright.

I arrived at a place where the light glimmered through

And I asked the ancestors, now what do I do?

They whispered their wisdom, and I stood there amazed.

I was awed by their words, but they were unfazed.

For there stood a mirror, in a space set apart

Its very presence sped up the beat of my heart.

When I gazed into the mirror, I felt suddenly free,

Because, I discovered, the great treasure was me.

Now free from the crossing’s torment and toil,

I joyfully planted both feet on new soil.

Writer's Note: Daddy, I will love you forever and ever. Thanks for writing this with me.