The Vanishing Point
The Vanishing Point
Poem
I wouldn't walk upon the bridge,
I wouldn't, no, not I;
I'm sure I've quite made up my mind,--
And shall I tell you why?
I saw a man begin to walk
Across the bridge to-day,
And all the while he smaller grew,
In such a funny way.
I watched him till he grew so small, --
And then just disappear!
I'm not a-going to try, no, sir!
It must feel very queer*!
Notes
*Meaning weird.
Written by Wilhelmina Seegmiller.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Illustrated by Ruth Mary Hallock.
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