Mighty Mac

The waters of Michigan and Huron writhing beneath it

He emerges from the spray as the two converge

The depths below bearing the bones of his makers

Lost too quickly to have been collected, saved

Above, his towers clad in pure white ascend

Up into the clouds on most days as they hold taut

The spans of heavy cables, from which the bridge suspends

All manner of vehicles fly by on the roadbed

Carefully staying in their lanes, tires moaning

The grand bridge known as the Mighty Mac stands tall

Connecting the upper and lower peninsulas of Michigan

Making the two, one, surrounded by a hint of mystery

That only the Great Lakes can bestow

The graveyards of many shipwrecks all tolled

The bridge the protector of the travelers

A shining beacon spanning the straits of Mackinac

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