The East River flows below it, <br />wistful, deep and wide <br />looking up at Brooklyn Bridge <br />that reaches side to side. <br /> <br />And in my mind I think about <br />each man that gave his life <br />to build this giant frame, <br />majestic in design. <br /> <br />I think of them in wonderment <br />as I walk its full length <br />and marvel at their bravery <br />and all their work has meant. <br /> <br />At night its lights bring magic <br />but magic really sits <br />inside the hearts of all the men <br />that built the Brooklyn Bridge<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brooklyn-bridge/
