Hundreds of migrants line the rails like thousands have before,
Wondering what awaits them on this vast and unknown shore.
“…the old bridge is too rickety, like songs I never sing..”
I walk to the edge, climb in a small green canoe,
Make ripples in reflections that remind me of you—
I am so happy to see my Under Water- Bridge winning this challenge in Group Bridges
Wooooow What a great feeling!!!…
I like to thank all the people who vote for me and special thanks to the host Jo, Oz
So Happy …. and so amazing to see myself Featured Member in the group Bridges
Wohoooooo I like it :-))) A happy ienemien!! Bye…… Hugs for you all!!!
I am really so Happy to see The Bridge is The Winning Image!!! Thank you friends and members from this lovely Group!!…
The Bridge is made in the province Friesland in The Netherlands in a area full wi
Wandering stopped at the bridge.
A gateway to the otherside,
A span of time and iron.
Over waves and distant cries.
My footsteps fell like anvils,
On plates of rusty steel.
My hands could not be stilled,
On one side of the house lived the assistant and, on the other side the bridge-keeper.
One of the two had night duty and had the lantern in front of his door (paraffin oil).