Our Ninteenth century Tower Bridge
So Great, like English Language!
Such shimmer sighs of Sun’s relief
Suspension of our disbelief!
It draws us in and opens out
A whole new visionary doubt
Preventing us from changing side
To see where greener grasses hide
Then down and over tidal waves
And giving choices, so behaves
And crossing bridges>
In such reflection, we can tell
Salt of the earth and sea as well
This man-made gift to help us out
And choose directions round-about.
It stands with purpose, fills the gap
Our knowledge flowing like a tap
To open, close and gently wind
The inner workings of our mind!
And if we choose to drive across
Or row beneath to time our loss
Alone or in our smart land rover
Admiring London’s planes fly over.
A Nudge towards this draw bridge cuzzle;
A noisy hug, this jigsaw puzzle.
Resplendent in its sunrise haze;
A wondrous way to spend the days!