12 thoughts on “Battered Bridge”

    1. When my son was a little boy, he would ask me what this bridge was or what that bridge was called and where that bridge connected. It was almost always in some pretty rough around the edges places that he became interested in these bridges (as Pittsburgh has many, many bridges everywhere throughout the city). Now that he’s a young man, he documents these old bridges freely and the result is always enchanting.

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  1. The photo has a splendid composition of lines. Your poem is a lovely expression of the majestic world we journey through, although it is not flawless, there are misunderstanding as well as watercolor rivers to find our way over. Acceptance rather than deniial


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