| Poem
by Wayne Winters:
I have a poem I wrote that
goes with your painting. It's called Ode to a Bridge Majestically she
stretches golden arms across the bay. To the great Pacific Ocean she
serves as the gateway. Twenty- seven meters wide nearly two thousand
long, Eighty thousand tons of steel makes her good and strong. On
January fifth in the year of thirty three Construction actually started
for the whole world to see. Eleven brave men lost their lives and fell
into the bay Nineteen more were saved by nets and only fell halfway. One
point seven billion cars have driven over the bay And thousands more
drive over her every single day. Her head is high above the clouds so
she can clearly see All the people crossing her and all the ships at
sea. With strength and beauty she has stood, a monument to man. They
said that you could not be built; we said we know you can. So heres to
Joseph Strauss, the man who knew it was his fate To build this glorious
structure that we call? The Golden Gate?.
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