The Bridge Builder

New term, new projects for my Multimedia Design class. We're doing a photo journal of sorts, and this poem inspired me tonight while I was pondering the subject matter of my term project. Tomorrow I'm gonna see if I can use the actual poem in my project, that would be really sweet.

Okay hold on, I was doing something just now... Oh right, I was sleeping when the inspiration hit me and I had to get up to research it and find the poem. Now I'm never gonna fall asleep because I'm gonna be coming up with all these radical ideas in my head. Yeah, just read the poem already.

The Bridge Builder

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide -
Why build you a bridge at the eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."

– Will Allen Dromgoole