A Bridge Of Joy Poem by Mark Heathcote

The things we did were quite insane.
But that's how joy came to pass
as we cut the turf and made a bridge
out of lush green meadow grass.

Knowing full well that nothing
on this earth or river shall ever last.

We gazed in awe when the turf laid-
across the river dammed 6ft or more
our heartbeats beating their-full-score
with a loud furore as we ran across

'Some 5-times or more, yes
the things we did were quite insane.'
But that's how joy came to pass
as the river washed
the last sods of earth away to the last.