Such history flows beneath this bridge
\nAnd all that have walked on it
\nSo many pass its statues walk
\nAnd think so little of it.<\/p>\n
Germans, Russians and the Slav
\nHave at times been masters here
\nAnd yet none was ever master
\nSo from history it does appear<\/p>\n
An Irishman beneath it sails
\nAs slowly the Vlatava flows
\nAnd everyone goes about their lives
\nAnd no one of me knows<\/p>\n
And a poem that I have written
\nAs many have done before
\nAnd indeed in years to come
\nSo will many more.<\/p>\n
So I dance on the wild waters
\nNeath the Charles bridge in a boat
\nAnd others in a day to come
\nOf it will read the words on it I wrote…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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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 …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[462],"tags":[1645,1468,1644,464,1646],"class_list":["post-1436","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-from-prague","tag-charles-bridge","tag-czech-republic","tag-karlmost","tag-prague","tag-vlatava","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-na","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4987,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/waves-neath-keel\/","url_meta":{"origin":1436,"position":0},"title":"Waves Neath Keel","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"24th July 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"Waves neath keel toss boat up and down Wind filled sails power her forward... 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