Bridges

Poem

Bridges to come

Trace back our history to the days we crawled,
When life was simply mountains and oceans
A vast, never ending land of wonders.

Our first few steps
Through fields of golden progress
Left a trail to those in doubt;
Tarr Steps Clapper Bridge,
The bridge of achievement.

Our dreadful encounter with misery,
Feared and expected by most,
Roaming in dark woods of heartbreaks;
Hussaini Hanging Bridge,
The Bridge of mistakes.

Our moments of realization,
Dreams and wishes drifting in streams,
Thought us and the ignorant patience;
Ponte Vecchio,
The bridge of hope.

There is more to discover, unlimited space
For the bridges to come.

Emma Levrau
First prize in the junior section, ASIBA poetry competition 2016

Music

Symphony No. 9 in E minor, Op. 95, B. 178, "From the New World": I. Adagio, Dvořák
Berliner Philharmoniker, Herbert von Karajan

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