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There's a village in the country
wonderful farms and ridges
yet it's most cherished gift
are it's covered bridges

Structures timeless and charming
roofs for weather covers,
but covered most of all
to cradle spooning lovers.

The bridges are strong
for driver and team
letting in not the snow
just the moonbeams.

Larkin Bridge. Photo by Joe Nelson
July 1, 1995
Two moonbeams, they say
found their way to the Larkin
and there moonbeams thrive
as do all when they are sparkin.

Moonbeams and bridges
now that's a strong pair.
And when mixed with love
creates quite a lair.

In the bridge two moonbeams
relied on this mix
and before you knew it
it was them, plus six.

You see moonbeams can be clouded
when the view is not right
cloudy days can continue
lest the bridge stays in sight.

The young moonbeams were taught
to dream and make do.
What they learned as they aged
was to keep the bridge in view.

All thought that the dream
was success and it's gold.
Now they know it's the bridge
that's what they were told.

Six moonbeams were sent.
Each shining bright
left the shadow of the bridge
taught to do what was right.

Four moonbeams stayed close,
a hop at the least,
another shines south
another down east.

All were taught dreams and strength
now those were the key.
Little did they know
how tested they'd be.

To remember your roots.
To be strong and deliver.
Not be swept down the stream
to the uncaring river.

The lessons taught well
by the spooning moonbeams
is that tomorrow and the past
are part of the dream.

I know this as fact
not because I'm a grad
for the spoonin moonbeams
are my Mom and Dad.
   Written by James Francis Spaulding
1955 - 2004
Elizabeth Spaulding letter

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Joe Nelson, P.O Box 267, Jericho, VT 05465-0267
Poem submitted by Ellen Everitz, member, VCBS.
This file posted 12/06/2009