Folly Bridge

  

Spring days like this 

Bring to mind brightly

Oxford, the Thames

Its murky waters put to shame

By the green, grassy banks

Sloping gently towards her

Pubs beckoned and we answered

Their gritty come ons

And whisky whispers

To stagger over

The Folly Bridge pints full

Your tight wire act amusing

Even after the silence

Then the splash

As you tumbled off

And in.

 © Erik Hansen 2015

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