The Bridge Poem by A. P. Herbert

The Bridge



There's always some new river in the way
(I like to think that rivers matter still).
Always the bridge was broken yesterday;
And panting hosts are thwarted of their kill.

But patience, tank—stand back, you saucy jeeps!
We have a wizard all the world must clap.
Over the stream our Mr. Bailey leaps,
And leaves his monument on every map.
March 18, 1945

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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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