(And think of some who’ve crossed)
Poems of Place: The Barmouth Viaduct
First night in Hall with first night fear
You calmed the room and charmed all here
And later still when midnight chimed,
With notes compared our friendship primed.
Let’s walk the ridge
Let’s cross the bridge
Let’s walk that bridge
Together
It seems so long since we first met
But not as long as mountains yet
So many things we seemed to share
Both pilgrims with a friendship rare
Let’s walk the ridge.
Let’s cross the bridge
Let’s walk that bridge
Together
Somewhere beyond that darkened crest
Your stage is now where Quakers rest
And sometimes lit by orange moons
We’ll speak your rhymes and sing your tunes
Let’s walk the ridge
Let’s cross the bridge
Let’s walk that bridge
Together
That night with Thom and Gill and me,
The wind was strong sandblasting sea.
With ashes then we’d come to throw
You back to where the flowers grow
Let’s walk the ridge
Let’s cross the bridge
Let’s walk that bridge
Forever.
Flotsam and Jetsam 