Bridging The Gap.
© Ron Boughton 14/6/21
Just what this city needs he thought, an ‘engineering injection’!
A bridge across the harbour, therein styled to perfection,
For just before the arch was joined, he stood with boot on either side
Hands clasped behind his back, in cheeky look of daring pride!
And now; I gaze upon the photo, taken of him on that day
For, was our Grandad Sam, astride, the top of the archway,
So far above the harbour waters, no O.H. and S. back then,
But just to be employed, was to be thankful for these men!
Sam’s line of work for the duration, of the bridge construction
Was as a ‘leading chain man’ which entailed much instruction,
Of constant measuring of the steel in all temperature range,
As winter snaps, caused contraction and here the steel would change!
And then if covered in sunshine, for any time it would expand!
A critical part in the project, of this structure grand.
For it is Sydneys landmark, without doubt! not even -just a smidge-
As the Harbour Bridge is Sydney! And Sydney is …The Bridge!
For hard to mention one, without a visual of the other,
Inclusive of a harbour, not equaled by another,
And flying in over the city there is nothing to compare
The beauty of it all, especially when viewed from the air!
And so too; many overseas expats, share the love with discern
From shellbursts of emotion, when seeing it on return!
So, thinking to retire in Sydney, it really should get the vote
For as you’d know it has, the perfect place! …to hang your coat!
Footnote. My Grandfather Samuel Boughton worked on the bridge, and I have a copy of the photo of him straddling the arch on the day just before it was joined. No harness etc. could you imagine that happening today.

