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View from A Bridge
Outside the Festival Hall, folk are sitting around,
Beneath parasols of red, yellow, orange, and brown.
Waterloo Bridge is all choked up with red buses.
Beneath my feet, a yellow speedboat now rushes.
Across the bridge, youngsters scoot and skate.
I see some buskers: catchy music, they create.
Atop Somerset House, I can see the huge clock.
By the pier, I can see tourist boats ready to dock.
A row of flags flutters in the soft, summer breeze.
The river down below is lined with rustling trees.
With bright banners, the Festival Hall is adorned.
In the distance, I see the iconic dome of St Paul's.
Down on the Embankment, cars are nose to tail:
Their crawling pace is like that of a garden snail.
An ambulance rushes by, using its blues and twos.
On the pier below, for boat trips, there are queues.
In to Charing Cross Station, there now pulls a train.
Dotted around, on the horizon, are towering cranes.
‘The Shard' building is now almost to its full height.
The view from this bridge is such a wonderful sight.
Often, when I cross this bridge, I pause for a while:
This amazing view is guaranteed to make me smile.
One of my favourite views ever, is this very skyline,
And while I am here, this wonderful view is all mine.
poem
by
Angela Wybrow
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