Spine Poetry Challenge!

If youve ever been to Vermont, youll remember the covered bridges. Ill never forget my first glimpse of one, as a girl traveling with her parents, from a tiny island surrounded by ocean, to see this long red wooden structure perched precariously over the rushing water beneath it I was mesmerized. Even cooler was when we were able to drive through them. Something about the dampdarkness, the almost eerie silence, the whoosh of the wind through the open windows of the car as we drove on through...