I found an old photograph
It has something to say
I still hear the great clatter
My son and I
Cameras and tripods
Enter an autumn forest
The end of a quaint little town
Nature walking
The amateur eye
Capturing the beauty in life
Suddenly standing
At the foot of a colossal old bridge
With a double track rail
Going off in each direction
Mechanical achievement
Rising up
from a swampy shallow
Through the rushes and moss
It had taken on the natural colors
My boy and I recording
Harmonic memories
Of togetherness
Little creatures found shelter
In the old iron structure
Wearing old branches and bark
Through the viewfinder’s optics
Anchored the whole scene
In a frame of silent weeping
My camera caught my son
His camera aimed at me
Such beautiful moments
Between the alternate takes
I see it now in the rusty picture
Trains clattering past
In opposite directions
