Shouldice Bridge

On the old Shouldice Bridge yesterday I stood
As a bicycle glided by. A father pedalled,
While, behind, in a tiny chair seated,
Was his daughter.
And she held a lilac stem with two hands, while she listened to it.
And there was no time in the world to use a smartphone
To record this picture passing. 


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