Thursday, 4 September 2008

The River and the Rope Bridge by Greta Stoddart



The River and the Rope Bridge

Let's try and get halfway then stand firm,
rein in each rough jerk and shudder.
But the merest sway in the wind has us
wobbling hopefully on towards the bank
or crawling back to the woods we know.
The river beneath has seen it all before.
Like us it has nowhere special to go
but goes there all the same. All the same
you'd think it'd stall and darken but no,
it'd still sparkle in the sun, go on
(Go on!) if we gave up and jumped in.


Greta Stoddart