To the editor:
Here two highways join as one,
O’re the river they do run.
At their junction, called The Wye,
Cars and trucks go whizzing by.
Crashes proved the danger there.
Engineering solved the snare.
Traffic shouldn’t have to wait.
The Wye shouldn’t be a gate.
So a plan was soon devised
For The Wye to be resized
With a crossroad built so high
To let other traffic by.
Nearby hills could furnish fill.
Flying ramps would fill the bill,
Soaring traffic overhead,
Up above the low roadbed.
Merging safely was the way
To keep danger from the fray.
Roundabouts helped link the roads
To maintain the newer codes,
As they joined the main highways
Safely and without delays.
Soon bulldozers, tall cranes too,
Built of earth what others drew.
Asphalt, steel and strong concrete
All helped make the plan complete.
Countless workers toiled for days
On the job in many ways
To connect The Wye’s high ridge
With the Seventh North Street Bridge.
Paul L. Willems