The bridge is gone a century or more,
Its pilings now a mossy-coated tan.
Here once a child, or mile-long caravan
Traversed this river to the distant shore.
The moon’s wan tusk is now a strong glamour
That builds again this vanished bridge to span
A gulf of ages, to the dawn of man,
And fills the viewer with a deep sopor.
I watch it formed anew, this foam-like bridge,
As ghosts unnumbered march to its far side,
Great hordes of ghosts that throng the distant ridge
To rush across its span like some great tide.
Spellbound I gawk at this bizarre parade,
Then, like some dream at dawn, they slowly fade.
Please tell me what you think
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Ah, once again, my friend, a very fine write. Imagery; rhythm and rhyme just fine. Thanks or sharing this one. -
Haunting at its best in a poem that reads like a wonderful scene from a ghostly film. 
We have a haunted bridge in our area. Years ago it was the bridge over a stream in a small community located in a beautiful valley. The valley was taken by the government so they could build a dam. The community was condemned and everything was removed except for the bridge.
A few years ago there was a drought and the dam's waters got to low, the bridge was visible. You could walk across it again! Near the bridge was the remains of a small aircraft that had been reported missing 20 years ago. Inside the plane was a skeleton.
After the skeleton was identified and buried, a winter's storms again set in and the lake filled with water once again.
A true story from my head of tales as I saw them happen. 
I shall now add that our town's drinking water comes partly from that lake and we had been drinking dead man's water for 20 years.
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Vivid: being at the right place at the right time and a believer!!!! Your usual excellent creation...
Lady D
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Captivating and wonderful, so full of dream=like imagery unreal, but so tangible.....A perfect sonnet!
, Dannie
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