Across The Bridge

• Phoebe Sheridan, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2018

I was taking a stroll
And then I came across a bridge
It looked like a bridge that no one has walked across for a long time
It looked rusty, old and unsafe
I was about to turn back and go home
But I wanted to take a risk
It felt unsafe on every step of the way
I wanted to turn back
But I was almost across to the other side
On every step, It felt like the bridge was just going to break
But then I had successfully gone across the bridge
But then I realised what might happen, on my way back home