Wenda Von Weise

This artwork reminds me of my childhood experience of exploring abandoned and blocked-off paths near the broken bridge on the Seekonk River, which I wrote a poem about:

Have I ever told the story 

of the four kids by the broken bridge?

They would dance and play 

Through each day 

Down by the broken bridge

Now and then you’d see them sneaking

Down to the old corner shop

Through time laughs would echo

Never to mellow 

Down at the broken bridge

Yet one was taken

Far away

Another ran home, 

With tales to tell

One haunts the space

From distance untold

With the final kid 

At the mended bridge

–Hydrangea, RAC member