The Bridge, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Hall, Walter J., 1866-1947; Old Blackford Bridge, Bury

Old Blackford Bridge, Walter Hall (1910)

The Bridge, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Built of steel and concrete was quite a feat.
They came from afar to see this marvel.
Designed so others could easily meet.
Reducing many miles of their travel.

Soon subtle difference became aware,
Not easily seen from opposite shore.
Upon the bridge many would stop to stare,
With looks so ugly they could start a war.

Little by little traffic did decrease,
Finally only the winds dared to cross.
Blockades now in place guarded by police,
The peace bridge is now home to grass and moss.

What is it that keeps so many apart?
Sages are yet unable to impart.

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