Bridges We Can Admire Poem by Mark Heathcote

Be brothers strong, steadfast as that stone bridge?
Strong-as-that bridge at Blackwater, Fermoy,
Co. Cork in dark, turbid times it's a stint
not to teeter or fall to the seafloor.

Remaining firm-footed day in and day out
it's a brawl against-the-tide to be sure;
bridges we can admire sitting in dark stout
fools toppled over—might as well be manure.

Wake up sonny boy, pull yourself together
let's head back to the pub and sink some more
that's sound advice, but it's hard to weather
-when rapidly you're world-is-sinking offshore.