Sailing Neath the Charles Bridge

Such history flows beneath this bridge
And all that have walked on it
So many pass its statues walk
And think so little of it.

Germans, Russians and the Slav
Have at times been masters here
And yet none was ever master
So from history it does appear

An Irishman beneath it sails
As slowly the Vlatava flows
And everyone goes about their lives
And no one of me knows

And a poem that I have written
As many have done before
And indeed in years to come
So will many more.

So I dance on the wild waters
Neath the Charles bridge in a boat
And others in a day to come
Of it will read the words on it I wrote…

Have your say...