Bridges and Planes

I prefer pontoons flying over water,
Than airborne over land…
Sometimes water is more forgiving,
Than concrete, trees or sand.

Now bridges feel like float planes,
A new added fear of living…
Hating the spans leaving the land,
Water seems much more unforgiving.

Footnotes: My mother was in the first head-on accident on the bridge in 1935.
Thomas Hingston, who I bought my house from, flew a Canadian Air force plane under the bridge TWICE!
I have lost three students on “The Pass”