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. 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. 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. 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. 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