Ruth Walters - The Brooklyn Bridge

The East River flows below it,
wistful, deep and wide
looking up at Brooklyn Bridge
that reaches side to side.

And in my mind I think about
each man that gave his life
to build this giant frame,
majestic in design.

I think of them in wonderment
as I walk its full length
and marvel at their bravery
and all their work has meant.

At night its lights bring magic
but magic really sits
inside the hearts of all the men
that built the Brooklyn Bridge

Ruth Walters

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