Crossing Brooklyn Ferry interp.
Blue oceans of sea foam, I feel the calming of the water as I walk onto the ramp. The Staten Island Ferry, a means of transportation that I have called my own for almost four years. It seems as though every time my feet step upon the concrete and metal there’s something new. As with Walt Whitman’s “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”, a sense of nonconformity and “oneness” for humanity and its surroundings seems to be the common theme. Both my own, along with Whitman’s experiences while traveling, savor the short trips to our predetermined destinations. Last year, as I looked across the bay at the city that never sleeps, I would stare proudly at the twin towers of the World Trade Center, which marked our civilization. Today, I still glance across and see where they should be but instead, my memory still inevitably makes them stand proud and tall. Lady Liberty waves an aged, outstretched and welcoming arm towards the ferry and its passengers. The waves crash down around the boat in defiance, yet we are urged on in the somewhat turbulent waters of the Hudson. I glance around and proudly look at my fellow passengers
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Star Wars, Lady Liberty, Wall Street, Island Ferry, Brooklyn Ferry, Trade Center, Life Blue, fellow passengers, staten island ferry, Staten Island, staten island, island ferry, view life,
Approximate Word count = 768
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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