In
Lake Havasu, Arizona
I found the
~London Bridge~
A man named
Robert P. McCulloch bought the bridge
and had it transported in pieces to Lake Havasu City...a city he founded.
When Robert was asked by customs what it was he was transporting
his reply was;
"one antique".
Each piece was numbered before dismantling,
and then reconstructed by number when it was rebuilt.
First built in 1831....to span the River Thames in London.
Dismantled in 1967,
then rebuilt and finished by 1971.
It now spans the Bridgewater Channel Canal.
If this bridge could talk, I wonder just what it would say.
People have crossed on hurried feet.
Wars have waged and the flash of lights have reflected on the stone.
Hearts have been captured and then broken along its edges.
Does it find people to be different from one place to another?
Do times change who we are and what we do?
I can only imagine the things this bridge has seen.
What has crossed over it....
or floated beneath it.
If only it could talk.
