Beneath The Goldfish Bridge Poem by Barry Middleton

beneath the goldfish bridge
beneath the dueling oaks
there is a place for me
to join the spirits there

for I can see creation's dawn
the native camps and mastodon
the saber tooth and goddesses
inhabiting the ancient bayou

I see the slave in Congo Square
our shame upon the auction block
I see the bloody civil war
I see a rogue fall in a duel

but mostly I hear children playing
I see my mother quietly praying
where generations walked before
I rest beneath the bridge once more