Embanked for miles
Stretching out far and wide,
Laying beneath the elegance
Of steel and iron and rod.
At times-in peace
Fishers images can clearly be seen.
But when waved-up,
The tides ugly face is measured to us as mean.
It slaps the bottom of the bridge
Tossing its stable frame.
It’ll knock you down if you get close
And rob your family’s name.
At last, it settles
And lays blue underneath the sky.
The roaring has surely taken its toll
To all those passersby’s.
We can’t live without the ocean.
Its beauty our breath does take.
When it shines and glimmers,
When it calms and shimmers,
Under the bridge, its nature in motion. |
