I had to go there, to see it for myself, to go there
to test the theory of an accident, a mistake
minutes, hours that changed history
while our eyes were another Sea
miles and miles away
from the slip of land,
width of a bridge
dark channel
sunken car
death
Yes,
It is a place
not easy to reach
a turn against the course
of the road, the fall-line of the hill
A mistake to hard to fathom, to believe
haunting the hopes of a family, a dynasty
the fallen son, the martyred one, and the broken one
July 23, 2006 14:13
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,820+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Dyke Bridge
Labels:
America,
creator,
death,
Edward Kennedy,
eyes,
Faith,
Family,
God,
history,
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New Hampshire,
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