Crossing the Bridge


St. Andrews has Swilken Bridge, but here in Jacksonville I have the Brentwood Golf Course Pedestrian Bridge. I love this old bridge. It is a peaceful comfort to me every time I cross it with my clubs on my back. Always quiet unless a train is going underneath, which is its own excitement and metaphor for my game that day. Many times I’m the only one on it and I'll take a moment to pause and look down the tracks. For poetry week 2017, I tried my hand at a Rondeau Prime style poem. I doubt, I got it exactly right, but it was great to try. Who needs Sudoku when when you can try to put together a Rondeau Prime!
Crossing the Bridge from Hole One to Hole Two and Returning from Hole Five to Six
By Marcus Haile
It supports you from one to two.
The Bridge finds your mind's whereabouts.
You must cross over your last doubts.
It wants to help your mind find peace.
When you come back, fears find release.
Though often your peace faces droughts;
It supports you.

Return requires recross. Renew.
The Bridge rejoices in your routes.
And judges your mind thereabouts.
But, however it judges you;

It supports you.

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