Two towering towers,
Separated by a giant's stride,
Help anchor the structure
To the banks on either side.
Spanning the Humber
Upriver from the estuary mouth
For nearly forty years joining
The North to the South
She took nine years to build,
Progress sometimes snail slow,
As over then years I watched
Her slowly advance and grow.
Excited to watch when
The cabling was begun,
Watched the back and forth
As each cable was spun.
Saw the bridge deck sections
Being lifted into place
Having floated down the river
At the tides steady pace.
Suddenly, behind schedule, she was
Finished and opened by the Queen.
The traffic jams that first weekend
Really were sight to be seen.
Seldom ever used to full capacity,
Her very existence often in question
Such a structure of beauty
Object of sincere admiration
Her very building testament
To the Ingenuity of man
An example, maybe of a thing
Being done just because we can.
Will we celebrate the anniversary
Of her opening July next year?
Will there be a civic celebration
Will Royalty once again appear?
Or have we just accepted
She's still standing there:
The world has so changed.
Does anybody really care.
