Diana Kierce

(Pacheco, California)

The Golden Gate Bridge

Over fifty years ago I was born, They said it could not be, I was only a dream that men adorn, In this free and proud country. Then with sweat on brows, And bearing work so bold, These brave men made me somehow, With gusts of winds so cold. Crackling steel and concrete mix, I grew from beam to brim, Closing up the gap of sea, From San

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