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
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Had been replaced
By a tubular structure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
It was only later
That I realised
This was only a dream