HARTLAND - NEW BRUNSWICK
Nestled in the trees on both sides of the Saint John river,
Is the town of Hartland that part of my heart has won.
It holds in its centre the worlds longest covered bridge,
Made from wood years ago, from grassy slope to steep ridge,
One way traffic is all it can take, vehicles taking their turn,
A great deal of thoughtfulness for all does this system earn,
No lights to say ‘stop’ or ‘go’, just common sense and caring,
You peep inside and if on-one is there, off you go carefully driving.
Yet on the other hand if car lights in the bridge you see shine,
You just sit and wait patiently until you can go just fine.
Friendly people, a quiet place by the fast flowing river
That flows to the nearby sea, a picture of gentle beauty to savor.
Although it had started to rain, warm and gentle it did fall,
Did not ever affect the reflection in the river as I tell this tale.
The reflection was perfect of the trees and each leave to see,
Shown in that lovely river, it seemed to stand still just for me,
We walked across the longest bridge over that river so fair,
We kept stopping to look at the beauty, just stop and stare.
Come and walk and ride the worlds longest covered bridge
That stretches from grassy slope to a little stony ridge.
Stop for a moment and feel the peace a small town can bring,
Stop whilst travelling east or west, come see this different thing.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 12, 2003