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The Forth Rail Bridge ©

Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Wolverhampton, England

Fifty-seven men or more were killed,
They paid with their life,
For this bridge to build.
In the year of 1879,
Construction began of this railway line.
But word from the Tay spread faster,
A large loss of life,
An engineering disaster.
So in 1883 came the new design,
Three cantilevers tower out of this water,
They stand so tall and refine.
This legacy of the Victorian age,
Is on many a picture, on many a page.
It doesn't glisten, nor does it shine,
With a colour so deep like red claret wine.
Over the Forth is this miraculous sight,
Visible for miles each morning and night.
A testament to robust hard men,
It carries people and cargo time and again.
With an overall length of 8,000 feet,
This engineering phenomenon
Brings two lands to meet.
For this 54,000 tons of steel,
Folk stand and admire
And proud they should feel.
But fifty-seven men or more who died,
Their families somewhere
Must have suffered and cried.
Is there a plaque of remembrance or faces in frames?
On this bridge so imposing
Is there a scroll of their names?
A great Scottish landmark impressive when seen,
Man gave her his life, some as young as sixteen.

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