Bridge at Concord

It was by mutual accord a graceful span Two sided in its plan to settle face to face Since shouting hardly ever carries Past a thundering, howling flood And there is need to meet sometimes More than just halfway They settled timbers spaced and braced To let the deluge pass And laid a rail across the edge Against the dark and ice It was not built for trespass On an early April day As arrogance descended, drumming out its single terms Theix morning mist rolled back reply by mutual accord The bitter plan to settle up More than just halfway It is by mutual accord a graceful span Two sided . . .