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"Rex Hester Jr." <zodthemighty1@gmail.com> posted:

Will Dockery wrote:

Wooden Footbridge

Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.

Out of the forest
the end of the road.

Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.

It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.

Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.

Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.

Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.

McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school

Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.

December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.

I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.

Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.

-Will Dockery

Very rough draft, but all I have... seems I deleted all the other drafts and
versions of this poem, so posting here to placemark for my own uses.

I found this note, which I need to remember:

"Just Avalon Road, which shortcuts from Forest Road over to the Macon Road, here in Columbus, Georgia. This one is unfinished as yet, and definitely will need to add clarification there..."

Interesting details.....

Thanks again, this poem will probably need to be reworked at some point in the future.
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Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

Wooden Footbridge (extant draft)

Almost half way
to Avalon
was a footbridge.

Out of the forest
the end of the road.

Now I hate
what has become of it.
Look, and smell
what gravity and time
have done.

It was not a lot
a Wooden footbridge
Our children
once used it
to avoid the traffic.

Let me contiue
down Avalon.
There in the marketplace
is the Edgewood Inn.

Mister Patel
in his office with a smile.
Roofers and good time girls
roustabout for a while.

Cross yourself
according to
Preacher Gulsbi's
prayers.

McMurray's barber shop
comic strips and tobacco
on my way home
from dance school

Especially for children
Go and interact
Edgewood School
Next to the transport.

December 8, 1974
Boy called Bob
Pencil hanging
He died at this level.

I was there there last week.
Look at that
wooden bridge
It was selected.

Get rid of the weed
And the gap between the water.
Keep it in the dark.
never
Now let's move on.

-Will Dockery

Still a work in progress.

Great new poem Doc.........

Thanks again, Zod, and again, great to see you, Taylor and Rad the other night.


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