Over the Bay

While driving to the airport this morning I thought of the song Over the River, and through the Wood.

San Mateo Bridge, San Francisco Bay, To the Airport

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.

Steven

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