The photo of this bridge, an arch span spanning Natchez Parkway near Vicksburg, Mississippi, is one that deserves a little bridge poem, one of which I found and am presenting here:
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The Bridge Builder by Unknown Author
An old man going a lone highway
Came at the evening cold and gray
To a chasm vast and deep and wide
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The old man crossed at twilight dim
The sullen stream had no fears for him
But he turned when safe to the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide
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“Old Man,” said a fellow pilgrim near
“You are wasting your time with building here.
You never again will pass this way
Your journey will end with the closing day;
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide;
Why build you this bridge at eventide?”
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The builder lifted his old gray head
“Good friend in the way that I’ve come;” he said
“There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
That stream that has been as naught to me
To the fairhaired youth might a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim:
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”
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This photo was taken by Mr. Backlin in 2009.
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