Sent it to her first, then i thought i’d share it with the rest of you all…enjoy
If you want to comment, feel free to post – Inky.
I watched from the other platform the girl with the not so happy smile she let the express go by her and was sat by the tracks for a while sat on her own – as the trains went by something began to question why? so over the platform I started to walk and sat by the platform – and the two of us talked
A poem by inky, originally appeared on Allpoetry.com
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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