The Pier
One hundred years ago
You left the forest and
Set out for the coast
At the behest of old men
In tall hats
You were shaped
Redirecting your strength
Joining with others
Rooted once again to the earth
But this time in concrete shoes
No longer barefoot but up to your neck
In water you are surrounded
By new friends both wet and dry
And you give life to both
And joy to most who
Have travelled your length
And held onto your
Muscular structure
Gazing out across the sea
Towards hope and despair
You have been there
Holding each one
Across your broad shoulders
Thoughts
Brighton Pier as inspiration.
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