The Bridge of Dreams


          The Bridge of Dreams.
  She walks the walk of a young girls dreams. She carries with her the cares of those who have gone before her, tethered to her means.
  So many footsteps of the same trodden path, of aspiring lady’s to be leaders of all. Cast as of ingots of steel so none may fall.
  Of those that tarry , the badge of courage proceeds her name. For the path of leadership shall be their gain.
   Thin mints and camp fires are all but lasting memories pressed firmly in the minds of those crushers of glass ceilings. From s’mores by the lake beneath a starry  sky, to the halls of a large White House filled with all its dealings.
  You scouts of future dreams, of paths not yet traveled, you of strength and faith, and of that that may not be the way it seams. From girls to young ladies, to strong women not afraid to cross the bridge of dreams.

By GWRoggenbuck