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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