In 1963 a new concrete bridge

Was constructed over the river

It was the first bridge

Built in my home town

For a thousand years

My parents are buried

Within its view

During a visit

To my home town

I was asked to go shopping

It was as I walked

Down the hill

That I noticed

That the bridge

Had been replaced

By a tubular structure

And the bank reshaped

I was walking barefoot

The gravel was biting

My pockets contained only change

This was a dream