The man who turns the bridge lives in that tiny brick house on the corner.
The man who turns the bridge eats pancakes for his supper.
He is a solitary type, he is
I expect you would have to be to do the job he does…
Have you ever been in the car in front of the line of cars, while he turns his bridge?
You should watch him some time
Think about it… it is someone’s job to turn the bridge
They call the man who turns the bridge Top…
He spins around an axle, does he, the man who turns the bridge
Hello Top! How is your day?
They say.
He smiles a smoky smile and looks at you sometimes
As around and around goes the man who turns the bridge.
He runs in quick small circles does
The man who turns the bridge.
His red plaid shirt is also black
And his dungarees are also black
And the man who turns the bridge has
A head of hair that is also black.
And when he walks through the woods by the river over which he turns the bridge
You would think that the man who turns the bridge is a happy lumberjack
But he will tell you gladly he’s the man who turns the bridge.
About the Creator
Synecdoche
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
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