On Brooklyn Bridge

• Beth Roche, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

I look up at the magnificent structure towering above me.
I look at the ropes holding it together,
Weaving between each other like an intricate spider’s web.
Cars roar past below me; despite this, it still seems peaceful.
I hear the jangling of many locks people have placed on the bridge,
Symbolising their love for each other,
Clanging against the sturdy iron fence.
Cyclists dodge enthusiastic tourists, trying not to crash.
I turn south and see the huge chalkboard green figure
Staring out across the harbour.
Next to me, others turn and follow my gaze.
Turning north, a colossal building looms in the distance,
Its graceful arches overlapping like a bird’s feathers.
Its eagles, looking down upon the people of
Manhattan, watch over them as guardians.
Sun setting on the city that never sleeps.