Bridges We Can Admire

Be brothers strong, steadfast as that stone bridge? Strong-as-that bridge at Blackwater, Fermoy, Co. Cork in dark, turbid times it's a stint not to teeter or fall to the seafloor. Remaining firm-footed day in and day out it's a brawl against-the-tide to be sure; bridges we can admire sitting in dark stout fools toppled over—might as well be manure. Wake up sonny boy, pull yourself together let's head back to the pub and sink some more that's sound advice, but it's hard to weather -when rapidly you're world-is-sinking offshore.