I came upon a covered bridge
Weather-beaten and old,
Where deep blue stream and wooded ridge
Were framed in twilight gold.
It was wonderful to see
A scene so old and quaint,
A rustic masterpiece
That only God could paint.
I stood by that old bridge,
And watched the stream flow by,
While gentle winds caressed the trees
That touched the Hoosier sky.
Arthur Franklin Mapes
