While driving to the airport this morning I thought of the song Over the River, and through the Wood.
I was thinking that the words were Over the Bridge as I was getting ready to cross over the Bay on the San Mateo Bridge.
When I was at the airport the WordPress page where I usually write my posts was not loading properly so I wrote a post using my phone. I am now coming back and editing it from my hotel room in Germany.
Over the River, and through the Wood was a Thanksgiving poem written by Lydia Maria Child.
The first stanzas is:
Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather’s house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
For me today, it was:
Over the Bay and through the traffic,
To the airport I go;
the car knows the way as I make my way
to my parking place by the bay.