Imagine all the tales that can be inspired by this lovely picture. Even just a few lines can bring romance, adventure, mystery or comedy to the reader. Would you like to see where your imagination may lead as you write your own tale? Let's see what stories unfold.
Congratulations to Glenn on the winning contribution! Thanks to everyone for their lovely submissions. I enjoyed reading them all.
Deep within my heart…lies a meellll ohh deeee,
A song of old San Annnn-tonnne.
The stone bridge arches across the San Antonio River the same since the WPA days. As kids, my sister and I would play down on the River Walk just before dark and watch all the couples walk hand in hand along the shallow waterway. History has a way of adding to the flavor of new beginnings. The mating dances were hardly notice by us two youngsters, more interested with catching frogs.
Where in dreams I liiiiiivvee with a meeem –ooh-riii
Beneath the stars all alone.
Future trips while visiting my Aunt’s brought greater insight and pages of the calendar. The river stayed the same but the participants were more of the equation. There seemed to be less interest in catching frogs, and fireflies. Glances and subtle waves were too much of a distraction.
It was there I found beside the Al-a-mo
En-chant-ment strange as the blue up above.
A moon-lit pass that only she would know,
Still hears my broken song of love.
But weekend visits pass quickly and the mist of memory can grow thin. Thoughts of next summer faded until time drew nearer for the next journey of another visit. The old saying “Take you eye of the prize, it will disappear” has a lot of truth to it. Standing alone silently under the stone arch peering to the far bank of the river, a Texas Swing Band was sashshaying through the Bob Wills hit of 1944.
Moon in all you splendor, know only my heart;
Call back Rose, Rose of San An-tone.
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart
Speak once a-again of my looovee, my own.
A broken-song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all a-lone.
For the moon-lit pass by the Aall-a mo,
And Rose, my Rose of San Annn-tone.
Italicized Words and Music by Bob Wills 1944
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Congratulations to Glenn on the winning contribution! Thanks to everyone for their lovely submissions. I enjoyed reading them all.
Deep within my heart…lies a meellll ohh deeee,
A song of old San Annnn-tonnne.
The stone bridge arches across the San Antonio River the same since the WPA days. As kids, my sister and I would play down on the River Walk just before dark and watch all the couples walk hand in hand along the shallow waterway. History has a way of adding to the flavor of new beginnings. The mating dances were hardly notice by us two youngsters, more interested with catching frogs.
Where in dreams I liiiiiivvee with a meeem –ooh-riii
Beneath the stars all alone.
Future trips while visiting my Aunt’s brought greater insight and pages of the calendar. The river stayed the same but the participants were more of the equation. There seemed to be less interest in catching frogs, and fireflies. Glances and subtle waves were too much of a distraction.
It was there I found beside the Al-a-mo
En-chant-ment strange as the blue up above.
A moon-lit pass that only she would know,
Still hears my broken song of love.
But weekend visits pass quickly and the mist of memory can grow thin. Thoughts of next summer faded until time drew nearer for the next journey of another visit. The old saying “Take you eye of the prize, it will disappear” has a lot of truth to it. Standing alone silently under the stone arch peering to the far bank of the river, a Texas Swing Band was sashshaying through the Bob Wills hit of 1944.
Moon in all you splendor, know only my heart;
Call back Rose, Rose of San An-tone.
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart
Speak once a-again of my looovee, my own.
A broken-song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all a-lone.
For the moon-lit pass by the Aall-a mo,
And Rose, my Rose of San Annn-tone.
Italicized Words and Music by Bob Wills 1944
Visit Dan to see more amazing photography.
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I'm your newest follower and after the hectic activity of the holidays, I'll join in with the writing. Happy Holidays!
ok, i didnt post just yet.. I printed the pic to place on my desk and i will put together a "winner" lol...
Deep within my heart…lies a meellll ohh deeee,
A song of old San Annnn-tonnne.
The stone bridge arches across the San Antonio River the same since the WPA days. As kids, my sister and I would play down on the River Walk just before dark and watch all the couples walk hand in hand along the shallow waterway. History has a way of adding to the flavor of new beginnings. The mating dances were hardly notice by us two youngsters, more interested with catching frogs.
Where in dreams I liiiiiivvee with a meeem –ooh-riii
Beneath the stars all alone.
Future trips while visiting my Aunt’s brought greater insight and pages of the calendar. The river stayed the same but the participants were more of the equation. There seemed to be less interest in catching frogs, and fireflies. Glances and subtle waves were too much of a distraction.
It was there I found beside the Al-a-mo
En-chant-ment strange as the blue up above.
A moon-lit pass that only she would know,
Still hears my broken song of love.
But weekend visits pass quickly and the mist of memory can grow thin. Thoughts of next summer faded until time drew nearer for the next journey of another visit. The old saying “Take you eye of the prize, it will disappear” has a lot of truth to it. Standing alone silently under the stone arch peering to the far bank of the river, a Texas Swing Band was sashshaying through the Bob Wills hit of 1944.
Moon in all you splendor, know only my heart;
Call back Rose, Rose of San An-tone.
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart
Speak once a-again of my looovee, my own.
A broken-song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all a-lone.
For the moon-lit pass by the Aall-a mo,
And Rose, my Rose of San Annn-tone.
Italicized Words and Music by Bob Wills 1944
yikes, it didnt fomat,, visit my blogsite and read format view and watch a Bob Wills video...
Oh what souls may have crossed this lamp post lit bridge. I'd like to think someday I can cross a bridge so lovely.
I did not know you contributed to this blog. I'll start following.
I couldn't pass up another chance to "look within"-although I had to finish this when the kiddos finally went to bed. Here goes:
Don’t be afraid to cross life’s bridges,
To live, the mind and soul must change.
Stagnant waters trap the spirit,
And only an empty shell remains.
What do you think Kelly?
Between me and you,
death and life,
the perilous passage
arches over the still waters.
Swiftly, lightly, we hurry across
into the ancient arms of Sophia.
Judy (South Africa)
With glazed eyes she mourned her losses at this bridge.
"I need a bridge in my life as beautiful as this one."
Take this bridge to somewhere.
Love, Happiness, Freedom is on the other side
It was the one place I used to go to write. It was quiet, and lovely and muse often met me there.
Kelly, I've added this beautiful blog to my list and feel terrible that it's my first visit. I'll be back:)
Nervous and giggly, she stepped across the bridge. Mable was about the meet the man of her dreams. She was gaining the courage to tell him that she loves him. The winds sent a wave across the stream below. The trees whispered into her ear words of encouragement. The clouds' thickness above comforted her racing heart. Across the road she saw him. Robert smiled as he met her gaze. They ran to each other and met in the center of the bridge, arms embraced, lips locked. Forever was about to begin for these young lovers.
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Mandy
www.mandylifeafter30.com
www.learn-laugh-cook.blogspot.com
I gaze from the bridge, at the glorious stillness of the reflections in the water below.
I try to imagine what the reflections of my life might look like, mirrored in that silky blueness.
Yvonne
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