The Bridge Builder

This week my grade 11 class read this beautiful poem entitled “The Bridge Builder” from the textbook. As we read and discussed this poem, I was personally stunned by the message sent through this masterpiece.

 

THE BRIDGE BUILDER

An old man, going a lone highway,

Came, at the evening, cold and gray,

To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,

Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;

The sullen stream had no fears for him;

But he turned, when safe on the other side,

And built a bridge to span the tide.

‘Old man,’ said a fellow pilgrim, near,

‘You are wasting strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day;

You never again must pass this way;

You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build you the bridge at the eventide?’

The builder lifted his old gray head:

‘Good friend, in the path I have come,’ he said,

‘There followeth after me today

A youth, whose feet must pass this way.’

‘This chasm, that has been naught to me,

To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;

Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.’

~ Will Allen Dromgoole ~

“There followeth after me today, a youth, whose feet must pass this way… I am building the bridge for him.” It is never a waste of time and strength building the lives of the young.

It is an honor for me to say this: I am a teacher, and I am that bridge builder. –

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