Faywood Bridge
Bill Duff, The Apparitions (USA)
When by myself and always alone
There was a place I would often go
A place of wonder
A place of the past
A place where density dominated mass
A place where names were bound together
At different times with pain and pleasures
A place where thought had risen before
A place where thought was denied no more
A place whеre a stream divided thе echoes
At talking trees and grazing meadows