Some bridges take us far away
to the unknown,
where our imaginations play;
some lead to home.
Not all the wide world has to give
is found long miles from where we live.
Some bridges lead to the unknown;
some take us home.
Some dream about what's on display
where birds have flown,
where waters end beyond the spray
of skipping stone.
Yet most who drive across the stream
to find a distant lifelong dream
discover in the vast unknown
the bridge to home.
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Author Notes
One of the most innovative and creative minds on Fan Story belongs to Sally Yocom. Recently she posted a poem, "It Looks Like Rain," that had a wonderful form and sound to it.
When I asked her about the form, she said she had just made it up. As of now, she is calling it an octogram. This is my first attempt to use her beautiful form. Each verse is 8 lines long with syllable count of 8/4/8/4/8/8/8/4 and a rhyme scheme of ABABCCBB. Her poem used a second verse of ABABDDBB. I have followed this two verse format as I saw no reason to mess around with her genius :-)
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