Not much left of old days.
Have to guess what was it for.
High in trees we heard first, moaning for help we thought.
People of old so strange moving up high in the trees with special path. Also stupid. Dangerous with no hand rails, so many gaps between stepping pieces. Iron trip hazards holding together. Rope bridge better.
Dismantled it for wood first. Metal harder, later. When need.
Got back. Told of trains. So mysterious people of old days.
The story? Good to look at, work out, see in mind. Good, too, to ask elders, to find out more.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas
