The Inkwell#Bridge #Writephoto
They dug a channel
so the goods could get
to the shops quicker
It filled with water
Really Fast
as it was joined up to the sea
The locals weren’t happy
for they couldnt get to their chums
on the other side of the water
Boatmen acting like pirates
put off the bosses
building a ferry landing
so two towers either side
were built by canal men with pride
and the locals were not at all cross
as they had something they could walk across
#Writephoto
It takes a lot to build a town
it’s not just bricks and mortar
but all those little things you
occasionally take for granted
The corner shop
The Lollipop Man
The local school
doing the best they can
The Bin Men keeping the local streets clean
and the local parks and gardens green
while gardeners plants the flowers and trees
so little uns can pick as much as they please
Mr Postie delivers the latest news
while mr Policeman looks for traffic and clues
and doctor and nurse makes sure everyone’s fine
while little uns go to their classes in line
And getting us safely from A to B
Mrs Bus Drivers taking us home for our tea
Not before travelling off to the shops so
Visiting Mr Grocer we pop.
#fffc #crossing
passing over rail lines
to catch up with the clock
was never a good idea
i’d rather be alive and late
by walking over the crossing
than catching up with the clock
and meeting the grim reaper looking at my own timer
#socs #nerve
County Antrim, Northern Ireland
We were on our way to the Giant’s Causeway
walking a path many had taken
high and low points along the way
taking in the scenery and the wonderful views of the coast
till we reached a spot – a humble little crossing
over a crack in the land, that the sea liked passing under
thing is – it was quite a long way down…
so long as you didn’t stray your eyes – you were quite ok.
A poem by inky, originally appeared on Allpoetry.com
Feel free to tell us your thoughts.
They created a crossing
over the river, that bended, bobbed and weaved
gave it nice hot shiny rivets, to hold it together
ending with a lick of paint to make it shiny
then as the builders worked on their plots
houses and houseboats appeared by the canalside
even a big ship or three
resting by the side of the water, so
when a new road was needed
over the water a new crossing went, the
road going over the water with ease. Opened by the
king, queen or some other noble, they noticed the
incredible way the bridges worked aiding
naval ships and big trading vessels to
get from a to b with ease
County Antrim, Northern Ireland
Memories of crossing the Carrick-a-rede rope bridge
A rope bridge passing two rocky points in Northern Ireland
Above you, Blue Skies
Below you, the Blue Green waters of the Irish Sea
Feet bobbing up and down as you crossed across the wooden panels
Holding tightly to the ropes as your body went in tandem with the waves
Wobbling up and down
Eyes on the end
Not distracted by the aqua below
Walking on water ? not exactly as they straddle the Locks , Quays and Rivers
of my home town
never shy of their responsiblity – they get people to their
destination from A to B and back again
easing a walker’s worry they’ll get wet in the water
revolutionary ? in their day necessity ? most definately
Salford, 4th January 2017
in response to the prompt Crossing
Another day walking down Salford’s streets
networks of transport – getting round’s a treat
but something’s made me smile this new year
creating a grin from to ear to ear
Clopping across the tarmacadam covered road
making his way from his towerblock abode
A noble striped horse – on his way to the shops
off to get his tea he pops
Apples and Grains the order of the day
for the zebra and his family – at home and at play
a familiar sight for the locals about
they smile and they wave – they don’t shout
Mr Zebra works all day
whilst Mrs Zebra looks after the kids at play
and kiddie zebras go to school in th’week
playing with friends playing hide and seek
To visitors seeing them – it’s a Great surprise
and some of them seeing zebra on road – cries
“Stop fussing!” say locals – “No need for your bossing…”
“Haven’t you ever seen a Zebra Crossing ?”
The Inkwell