The Bridge

A bridge I am.
Made of iron bars or cemented land.
Connecting, two part of land.
I am inseparable, to all who travel over these lands.

Connecting, cities. In play ground parks.
In silent gardens, I play a part.

In various way I am know in deed .
They use me in word as bridging the gape.
In joining to parted hand’s or
In a, friendship band.

Many people walk over me,
Many ships sail under me.
I am never missed, from anyone’s eye.

I come in different ways and styles.
I am molded, and made to match everyone’s pride.
With so much grace I stand, holding both ends.
A splendid Idea was the makers plan.
To make Me, connecting hearts and land.