The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Going Nowhere

Listen to Jay read his poem ...
Billy built a bridge to nowhere,
not quite straight ahead.
A driver asked, “How much to cross it?”
“Nothing,” Billy said.
“Well, I’ve never travelled nowhere,
plus, the price is right,”
he aimed his wheels at Billy’s bridge
and sped off out of sight.
As Billy watched him go, he hoped
that someone there would learn
to build a bridge to somewhere
so the driver could return.

About the Writer


Jay Brazeau

Jay Brazeau is an emerging poet from Ottawa, Canada but someday he’d like to live in a place where cats strut around in houndstooth jackets. You can find Jay’s poems buried in notebooks crammed onto a small shelf in his closet. But … he once won a hamburger for a poem about chicken (and considered it a pretty good payday).