Old Bridge
Standing here what seems forever
Great arched brows of iron steel
Stretch across expanse of river
Passage for both track and wheel
A patina to its painted finish
Bleeding rust drips like long years
Appearance cannot diminish
Steadfast strength of sunken piers
From days of horse and wagon wheel
Safe crossing to all you’ve offered
No thought of how you must feel
Thanklessly, yourself you proffered
And underneath your steel rainbow
In the shade of your great span
Sits a boat with nowhere to go
Filled by an old fisherman
Oxide brown metal humpback whale
Breaching over the swamped divide
A snapshot captured mid-sail
Tail on one bank, tip other side
You stood here since I was young
And will be here decades more
Your praises will remain unsung
Hero of yon distant shore
Another one of your great poems in which your words create a vivid picture in my mind. Well done!
Thanks Sis! 🙂
a nice ode to bridges!
Us old bridges have to stick together. Thanks Jim!
two thumbs up!
Beautiful poetry can come from such simple things! Great poem Brad. I liked the “Bleeding rust” metaphor
Inspiration lies everywhere! Thanks Mathew!
Too true 😀