The Bridge Builder , Poem by : Will Allen Dromgoole

The Bridge at the Vee, County Tipperary
Photography : Nigel Borrington

The Bridge Builder

By Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a Valley vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen stream
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A person whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired person may a pitfall be;
They, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”

May 29, 2014 | Categories: Gallery, Landscape, Nigel Borrington, photography | Tags: Bridges, Irish photography, Nigel Borrington, poems, poetry, Tipperary, Will Allen Dromgoole | 8 Comments