The Bridge Above The City

The old railway bridge sits halfway up a hill,
No longer a train track, but a nature walk,
Nestled in between houses and shops,
With a garage in the arches below.

From the bridge, one can see the city sights,
The office blocks in the distance,
Hills and marshland further on.
The palace to the left.

The sun sets over the city,
Painting the sky a myriad of colours.
Shades of light that ebb away as evening falls,
Another sunset over the city.