Contemporary poetry by Dan Donlan
GALLOPING GURDY
Galloping Gurdy
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Tacoma narrows bridge
November 7, 1940
My father was delivering coal
In a ten ton coal truck
He was one of last vehicles
To make the crossing
On the other side
He heard rumbling
He thought it was from the storm
And wind was shaking the island
He referred to it as if
In a boat and waves
Raising him high
Winds ninety miles an hour
And then he could see nothing
But pavement throwing him about
He nearly gave up drinking
But that was probably what
got him across to the other side
The last car was a man with a dog
He rescued the dog and the bridge collapsed
The story can be found
Click in Galloping Gurdy
Today a new bridge stands
For all to see
Yet I remember Galloping Gurdy
The bridge dropping to the sea
Collapse of original
Tacoma narrows bridge
November 7, 1940
My father was delivering coal
In a ten ton coal truck
He was one of last vehicles
To make the crossing
On the other side
He heard rumbling
He thought it was from the storm
And wind was shaking the island
He referred to it as if
In a boat and waves
Raising him high
Winds ninety miles an hour
And then he could see nothing
But pavement throwing him about
He nearly gave up drinking
But that was probably what
got him across to the other side
The last car was a man with a dog
He rescued the dog and the bridge collapsed
The story can be found
Click in Galloping Gurdy
Today a new bridge stands
For all to see
Yet I remember Galloping Gurdy
The bridge dropping to the sea
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