Poohsticks Bridge

I walked the path through Sussex green Where Hundred Acre Wood is seen Past Cotchford Farm, the story's birth To an old oak bridge on quiet earth The stream runs clear beneath my weary feet Where Pooh and Christopher used to meet I dropped a stick, it spun and drifted on And something in me lingered, long since gone And on that bridge, I sat and cried For the boy I couldn't keep inside Honey jars and games we played Washed away, like sticks that fade Oh, the innocence we lose for good Came rushing back beneath the wood I sat and cried upon that day For the child who never learned to say Goodbye Shepard's drawings spring to life A grey-blue shadow, born of strife The clever Owl has flown the nest And left the forest to its rest But time has weathered what they gave The simple joy, the summer brave Near Milne's house, I felt the cost Of all the child I'd lost. And on that bridge, I sat and cried For the boy I couldn't keep alive Honey jars and games we played Washed away, like sticks that fade Oh, the innocence we lose for good Came rushing back beneath the wood I sat and cried upon that day For the child who never learned to say Goodbye No Heffalumps or Woozles in the deep Just secrets that the moving waters keep A grown-up heart that wandered off the track Finds the courage, to go walking back Christopher Robin said goodbye Beneath that same enchanted sky Now I know what he went through I feel the weight of what he knew So on that bridge, I let the teardrops fall Where sticks once sailed beyond recall Thank you for the memories, silver-lined For the golden days I left behind The innocence I dropped along the way Still anchored here, and here it stays I'll come back someday, drop a stick and see Just a glimpse of who I used to be. Poohsticks Bridge… where childhood stays Poohsticks Bridge… I'm on my way