Saturday, June 20, 2009

 

The Bridge Builder


In honor of Father's Day, I present what is probably my favorite poem. This piece was passed down to me by my grandfather, who in turn received it from his father in a letter. It was written by Will Allen Dromgoole

The Bridge Builder

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide --
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pit-fall be,
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."

Monday, June 01, 2009

 

Memorial Weekend


We took a super long weekend over Memorial Day and spent it at my parents place on Higgins Lake. We had a real blast. Hopefully, there is more of the same coming later this summer.

Instead of stealing Olivia's pictures off of her blog and posting them here (which I usually do), I'll just point you to her online place so you can see them there.

Olivia's Blog

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