Charlotte Travieso: Bridge Riders

All of a sudden, it occurred to me that only one week remained of my vacation, before the start of school at Warrenton Country School, forty miles southwest of Washington, D.C. I immediately got in touch with my mother, who, after some difficulty, transferred money for a ticket home. And then, after just a few short days and another train ride, I was off to school.

But, as these many years pass, I do think back to that wonderful trip, truly a summer to remember.

BRIDGE RIDERS

by Charlotte Travieso

Sometimes at night If the sky is clear The bridge blinks at me

The lights on the bridge are red I guess So that they can be seen By boats in the river And planes in the sky And people watching From far away White lights twinkle From cars coming Over the river On the bridge Down the ramp In neat columns One at a time

Good speed to you All you bridge riders May your night be bright