Anna Fane

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About Me

About me...
Writing to me is a way to express my thoughts, my dreams, my heart's desires and so much more. At the moment life is so rushed that it seems like the rest of the world passes by without a second glance, maybe not even a first. I'm the coffee-run girl that you see everyday but never truly think about.
I don't stick out in public, and I have the looks of the average person. I'm the girl you see in the grocerie store and would think has no care in the world. But I see things in life in a different perspective then other people would, which worries me a lot. To me life is a story just waiting to be written. I think about everything too much, if you say one simple sentence I may think it over so much that I can discover things about you that you may have not known yourself. And by this I'm inspired to write something that leads from one thing to another to another and eventually I have a story.

My website: annafane.weebly.com


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Posted 15 Years Ago


The Bridge Builder

(Will Allen Dromgoole)

An old man, going down a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim -
That sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength in building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way.
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head.
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him. "