Peter's Poem: Thoughts when crossing the Bridge

 Peter's Poem

 


Thoughts  when crossing the Bridge

The waters flowing fast beneath, mud glistening, the wharves brooding silently. What sights what sounds they’ve seen.  If only they could speak! The eye rested on the riverfront and this came into my mind:-



A Gift from Neptune

In fourteen hundred and sixty eight

Sore wounded by capricious fate

Shelter she sought in a Newport pill

And there remained for good or ill

 

600 flew in the proverbial blink

When an orchestra pit they sought to sink

Rescued from a dark and murky grave

This wonder of her age was saved

 

A relic of a trading past

Connecting us to a world so vast

People, goods, ideas, in they came

Giving Newport worldwide fame.

pgh

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