Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

A bridge of joy


The things we did were quite insane.
But that's how joy came to pass…
As we cut the turf and made a bridge
Out of lush green; meadow grass.

Know full well here nothing
On this earth or river shall ever last.

Then gazed in awe, when all was laid
And done, the river dammed 6ft or more
Our heart beats beating their full score
With a aloud furor as we ran across…

'5 times or more and, yes…
The things we did were quite insane'.
But that's how joy came to pass…
As the river washed
The last sods of earth away to the last.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014

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