My favorite New York City landmark is the Brooklyn Bridge, who I’m pretty sure is a lady.
You would too if you saw her at night all lit up in her evening clothes. She’s a mother figure as well, since as you climb the ramp, her 3,578 feet of steel wires seem outstretched to meet you as if you’re coming home.
You can almost see her wrapped in an apron, a pot of sauce simmering on the Brooklyn side.
Cruising down the FDR drive at night as she presides over the harbor, in the esteemed company of the Statue of Liberty, never fails to lift my spirits.
It’s how I feel, every time I see her, like I’m coming home.
I love to listen to the wind through her strings The song that she sings for the town I love to look up at the clouds in her hair She’s learned to wear like a crown
Lyrics…The Brooklyn Bridge, sung by Frank Sinatra…
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