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":"
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 …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"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_featured_media_url":"","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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