The Bridge
 
Seeing the bridge,
we became curious
and walked across the strand
when the tides ebbed.
 
We stood on its weathered planks,
half afraid, half excited ;
then started to walk gingerly
to its end; tasting the salty spray.
 
There, the sea looked  bluer;
the splashes stronger,
the distant hills clearer
and the sunset prettier...
 
Agatha Lai