Echo the Footsteps – a haiku
Footsteps, now silent,
resonate as memories
across the old bridge
This bridge is gone now. It was a feature I dearly loved in my neighborhood, but because it was difficult to maintain, the political powers-that-be decided to remove it. I used to go there daily to observe nature, the changing seasons, and either the swift movement or sluggish ripple of the creek below. Dozens of photos like the one above – and my footsteps across this bridge – are cherished memories.
Grammy Writes 
Beautiful.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wooden bridges are treasures, maybe more so due to impermanence. They flex a bit with each step – sturdy concrete and steel structures just don’t measure up! This is a lovely image, and your haiku is splendid – “footsteps now silent” could apply in many perspectives.
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So often, old looks much better than new! And, yes, silent footsteps are everywhere!
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What a shame to let it go but you have captured it beautifully with your words and your photograph. 🌼
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Thank you so much! I miss that bridge everyday and its been gone for years now!
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I would miss a bridge like that too. In my neighbourhood, the city recently replaced a crumbling walking bridge. I’m so glad they decided to keep a bridge in that location.
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I’m so glad they replaced yours! A bridge makes a nice focal point in any neighborhood.
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So sad the bridge is gone. But wonderful to have it saved in memories and images.
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Lots of images! Lots of memories! I’ll always see it there, even though it’s gone.
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Beautiful photo and haiku. When I lived in VA I also had a favorite bridge that was very similar in the woods behind our home. How sad that they didn’t want to maintain yours.
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Thank you! There is just something very peaceful about a bridge like this. I hated to see it go.
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Bridges seem to be such important elements in our human experience. They come in all kinds of different materials and no matter the size or design they are all about creating the possibility of connecting with, reaching the other side.
I love your old bridge, how weathered and well traveled it looks. Your photograph and haiku seem like a gentle and tender honoring of it.
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Thank you, Arati! 🙂 Bridges can take you to more than just the “other side”, they can take you anywhere your heart wants to go. They are the symbol of “connection” – just as you said!
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Beautiful. It’s sad that it’s gone. Doesn’t seem like it would have required that much effort to maintain it. 😦
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There’s a hill on the opposite side that is very steep, but still – it seems like they could have found a way. Obviously, the bridge meant nothing to those making the decision. 😦
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How sad—it’s beautiful, or was anyway. Nice that you have lovely photos as well as memories of it
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Yes, it was beautiful, but memories will have to do! Thanks, Tina!
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What a shame they took away the bridge! Glad you have photos, at least.
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I should be grateful to have enjoyed it – there are new people in the neighborhood who don’t even know it was ever there. I appreciate your comment, thank you!
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