Ellie’s Bridge
A small man, named Clyde,
Built a bridge to heaven.
He named it after his wife.
It took him years to build
He could only achieve it by
Continuing to love her.
People flocked from everywhere
A rare bridge, a rare chance
Clyde looked at the gathering hordes
Placed a toll
Reminded them
The bridge only went one way.
This is a version of my first ever-published poem in 1973 (yes I was a child progeny….I wish)
For mindlovemisery’s prompt 32 at : http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/prompt-32-bridge/
Morpethroad 
Very nice. I thought at the end, he may cross it 🙂
Ahhh….now does he or is it a metaphor?? That is the question?…lol
Well if he set up a toll and warned people who may want to use it….I can’t see him in two places. ha
No not necessarily, if they are greedy enough to pay, then he takes their money on his side of the bridge, what happens to them is their problem. Of course the issue is how did he build it to the other end……???? Its a bit like the problem you once asked your dad about the four way car crash…..lol
I didn’t take it as the people being greedy but missing their loved ones. Also do not see any connection in this and the 4 way stop. That was all about the chances of something occurring at the same time.
Loved your poem and beautiful image. 🙂
Thank you O, lovely to see you here. Have you tried these prompts?
No, I’ve never tried such prompts. Never even knew about them. Glad to learn something new from your blog 🙂
Always good to try some thing new, these are good intellectual challenges. I like this one in particular.
Thank you again for the visit. Did you get that info I sent you last night?
Just opened my emails. Thanks a lot. Enjoy your retirement. 🙂
Very lovely, what an unique story and great take on the prompt! 🙂 🙂
Thanks Helen, it was not so hard, other than remembering back all those years…lol
This is so charming Michael I love it!
Thanks Yves, I thought this one would be short sweet and to the point.
It is beautiful Michael =)
Thank you so much Yves. i do love writing for your prompts.
I am so glad because I love having you =)
It’s always a lot of fun Yves. Challenging most times but a lot of fun. I wouldn’t do it otherwise.
This is a lovely poem…and to think you were a wee tot when you wrote it! Looks like another fine prompt you’ve come up with!
Thanks Georgia and I was, and still am in many ways.
I think that if we lose that special period of our life, we lose so much. I’m happy for you!
Thank you Georgia.
This is beautiful Michael.
I was only 2 when you wrote this 🙂
And – one day – he’d travel that bridge to be with his Ellie.
Thanks RoSy, that was a lovely comment until I read thee SECOND LINE!!!!!..lol….well I was only ten???? Thanks it lovely having you read my work.
Ten – you were a progeny indeed 🙂 Very nice – though I don’t like the idea of the Toll…nasty that.
Guys gotta make a living Jenny. Thanks for that…..so if I was ten you must have been about 5?
lucky I didn’t have a mouthful of drink- but smiles hmm round about that..
It’s called diplomacy….
ha ha
Well, Sir St2, this is awfully sweet and a bit soppy for an Aussie, isn’t it?
But seriously good, AnElephant finds it quite touching.
Some of us Sir Elephant have a sofy underbelly, believe it or not!!!
Ooo, and there it was all going lovely with all the warm feelings you can imagine…then he those nasty capitalist ideas spring out with this nonsense of toll..now what’s that all about? lol A great tale and moral too, really loved this. x
Thank you for you comment.The poem has always been a mystery, your capitalist theory is a good one. Though I tend to think it has something to do with greed. But we all respond differently to language. Thanks again, good comment.