He Built A Bridge Poem by Paul Day

He Built A Bridge



A young boy sprinted among the trees
Until he came to a wide river bank.
His reflection glistened back at him.
He splashed and the water sparkled.
He laughed joyously into a pleasant breeze.

He fell in love with the river
And marveled in the idea of crossing it.
And so with youthful fervor
He scraped his hands on the tough bark
Of as heavy a trunk that he could carry.
And with tremendous toil
Made the trunk into a bridge.

Excitedly he maintained his balance
On a daring walk that felt like a mile.
And when his foot sank into the mud of the other side
He giggled with pride.
He decided this was the prettiest spot on all the earth.

By chance he took a glance across the bridge from which he’d come,
And decided that side was beautiful, too.

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