THE COVERED BRIDGE � Phyllis Ann ([email protected]) Back home again in Indiana are many festivals of the covered bridge, The autumn leaves and the smell of burning hickory wood, Make you think of all times good. The old buggy crossing the creek over the planks with the covered roof over head, Is not forgotten nor is it dead. The old bridges are beautiful to behold, And their use is not limited to days of old. Many a child and adult stop to lean over the rail for a look at the water below, And on their faces you will see a smile and a glow. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!