Champlain bridge – under construction – a view of Brossard by Gilles Douaire
How many times
We saw
A bridge,
Giving wonder
Where it led
The toll
We pay
In homage.
Together,
Not divided
And walked out
On that bridge
–We did
Built by
Trees so solid
And walked-out
On that bridge
we did–
Because we forgot;
The ridge
It bonded
I came A’cross
A picture.
My mind
Does now
Re’cant;
That bridge
We crossed
So long ago,
And re’membering…
What it meant.
~your poet~
I came a’cross
a picture
a bridge
so long ago,
What it meant
where it led
that bridge
giving wonder
We crossed
–we did
on that bridge
how many times
In homage
trees so solid
on that bridge
we saw
The toll
we pay
because we forgot
the ridge
We did–
my mind
re’membering it…
does now
re’cant
Divided
not
together
built by and bonded
And walked out
And walked-out
