The Bridge Builder
by
William (Will Anne) Drumgoole
An old man traveling a lone highway
Came the evening cold and gray.
To a chasm that was vast and deep and wide
Through which was flowing a solemn tide.
The old man, full of vigor and vim,
Crossing eased in the twighlight dim.
But he turned, when safe on the other side
And built a bridge
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