Crossing the Bridge

I crossed the bridge

As I passed the cliff

I saw the sharp edges

Knowing if I fell

My body would be torn

My skull would be shattered

With my blood on the rocks

As I passed the great rift

I saw the treacherous waters

With its grand swelling waves

And frightening powerful whirlpools

That would suck in

Even the mightiest swimmer

As I walked

On this quivering bridge

As I could not see land

I became very afraid

But I heard a horn

From a great distance

Calling me forward

As I kept stepping

Plank after plank

The closer I got

The louder the call got

From a hundred miles

I heard drums

Invoking me onward

From fifty miles

I heard shouts

Leading me further forward

From ten miles away

I dashed to the finish line

And I found

A huge party just for me