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The cars flash by, while the seagulls fly high in the sky.

The water rushes underneath and boats cut through it while being very discrete.

The horn blows, the lights flash, the bridge lifts so large boats can pass.

One after the other cars go by, while the tides come and go by.

The Bridge Laying Tank; Then and Now

Ever since the dawn of mechanized warfare in the early 1900's, there has always been a need to get vehicles across terrain that is just horrible. Then there came the caterpillar track system, which could go through relatively thick amounts of mud and other previously impassable terrain with ease. Still, these systems were complicated, heavy, and get bogged down just too often. This is where the Bridge Laying Tank comes into play. In the rainy last days of WWI, a British Mk. 1 medium tank lugged a wooden scaffolding bridge across the thick mud to allow infantry to cross. This is unofficially the birth of the bridge laying tank.

In WWII when the allies land in Normandy, France as phase 1 of Operation Overlord, the M4 Sherman tanks of the American 3^rd Armored Division need to cross deep trenches and ditches that were dug by the retreating German Infantry. Shermans with crane arms and a steel bridge instead of a standard turret are called to resolve the issue. They lay the temporary bridges to get the rest of the invasion force across.

Now, modified M1A1 Main Battle Tanks are the American way of fixing the century old problem. They like the M4 Shermans of olde sport a removed turret to carry the crane and bridge. In Iraq and Afghanistan, Al Quaida blows bridges and freeways to prevent the armor from rolling in. No problem for the Army Corps of Engineers, them and their Bridge Layers get the convoys moving again.

There are two main bridges between Portsmouth, New Hampshire and Kittery, Maine are the Memorial Bridge and the Sarah Mildred Long bridge. The Memorial bridge is in critical condition, it will have to be closed in two to five years. The Sarah Mildred Long bridge which is also in critical condition, it also will have to be closed in six to seven years. There also is the Piscataqua River which is not for local traffic it is for a highway.

My opinion is we should first replace the memorial bridge and make it wider then see if another is still needed. If another bridge is needed the Sarah Mildred Long bridge would have no lift and make it last longer. That is my plan about the bridge crisis.

A Bridge is a path,

That shows you where to go,

When your trying to get home.

It shows you where,

Your heart should be,

When your trying to get through,

The stormy sea.

A Bridge is a bondage,

Of her to him,

And them to her,

To bond them all,

And keeps them there,

when someone calls.

A Bridge is a connection,

Of here and there,

To give you access,

Anywhere,

So keep our bridges,

All opened up,

And safe for everyone,

Under the sun,

That weighs more than a ton.

Bridges

FHSO

This year the Portsmouth bridges are starting to rust and fall apart. They can no longer be fixed with new parts for lift bridges. The Portsmouth people are trying to figure out what to do. They are thinking of tearing them all down, building a whole new bridge, or just trying to fix and repair them which can't happen.

I think that we should keep at least one of the bridges. If they know down both of the bridges then the traffic would be greater then it already is in the small town of Portsmouth. If they really want to fix the bridges they should fix it one at a time. While one or the other bridges are being knocked down they people could still cross over the other one, or they could be working on the one that was knocked down, visa verse. Another way is that they could keep both of them and then built a whole new bridge.

Hello good sir come into my house and I'll tell you about a bridge

Their big, their tall, some have walls

And some places don't have them at all

They can be made of chrome

Steel, copper or nickle

People can walk on them, talk on them

And even ride their bicycle on them

Oh and there are different types of bridges

Not the ones for riding

There are ones used to play the guitar

Ha! You thought I was lying!

There are bridges named after me

Yes, plenty of those

Oh and look come close good sir theirs one right on your nose

So I wont ramble on

I'll just give you a little smidge

I hope you had a great time listening about a bridge.

Bridges

Bridge

Bridge of cards

Card game

Game

Song

London bridge is falling down

Portsmouth bridges need repair

Fix bridges

Make new bridges

Drawbridge

Draw a bridge

Bridge art

Arts

Song

Singing bridge

Bridge over troubled water

Jump off bridge into water

Bridge fishing

Eat fish

Smell fish

Bridge of nose

Don't burn the fish

Don't burn bridges

What can I write next?

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it

“The bridge is big and tall.”

“Well, that's kind of obvious.”

“I know, but it's big and tall.”

“And you're pointing this out why?”

“I've never really looked at a bridge like this before.”

“Then stop looking at it.”

“Think of all the things it could be!”

“Other than be a bridge?”

“It could be a passage to a fantasy world with goblins and gold and magic!”

“Or it could lead across a body of water like most bridges do!”

“It could be an escape passage during the zombie apocalypse!”

“Which was really just people's imaginations over thinking what a bridge is!”

“There's probably a safe shelter right over there with zombie-proof iron!”

“Or regular iron.”

“ It could be a passageway over a hard time in life!”

“Okay, that sort of makes sense, but you're still over thinking this!”

“ I've always wondered how people build such grand bridges.”

“They use hammers and metal and other stuff.”

“But how do they keep the huge bridge up without it falling down?”

“I don't know, but who cares?”

“Maybe they use their imagination.”

“How on Earth could that possibly work?”

“I wonder if real bridges inspired the dental bridge.”

“Where are you getting these things!”

“We should be playing Bridge right now.”

“ No, we shouldn't.”

“Or listening to a song with musical bridges!”

“What?”

“I think connecting is the best part of a bridge.”

“So?”

“I can connect our conversation to something else one day.”

“Sure you will.”

“Perhaps I'll go on a field trip and investigate bridges at some point in my life.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Then we'll have to write about a type of bridge and I can use this conversation to my benefit.”

“Of course you will.”

“And it'll be easier for me because I thought about it in advance.”

“Well... then... I could possibly use this idea.”

“But then some people will try and copy my idea, but I actually knew what happened.”

“Hey!”

“Just saying.”

Bridge Reader

Plenty of Bridges,

Plenty of People.

Bridges are made to suit people,

Which they do.

People cross them,

Without even simple thought

to what has happened

to that bridge,

so that those people could cross it.

But, who would think

about that?

It's nothing but a bridge,

bridges don't have feelings,

they can't feel

even cars go over them.

There's nothing to think about

with bridges,

so why waste your time

thinking about them.

Some people are

scared of them.

Why?

They mean nothing

at all.

But there is someone

who feels for them,

hurts for them.

There's a person

who see's beyond

everyone else,

they see what the

Bridge's see.

How do they see what the bridges see?

I don't know,

your going to have to ask them

because, well

I love them

to much to tell

their secrets.

But, they probably

won't tell you

because

they don't know you.

They only know a few people

because the bridges

everywhere is what keeps

them, they can't help

but feel for them.

It's what they were

brought to this world for.

This person

doesn't talk a lot,

but feeling for the bridges

that takes a lot

so I do what I can

and telling you their secrets

would ruin me

because as I said

I love them to much

to do that to them.

Bridge Writing

Dsla la yellow

Bridge up Bridge down

Bridges up Bridges down

flat, tall, skinny, small

in every town

all around

water shimmerng

ducks swimming

birds flying

cars coming in every direction

as they go by

all they see is

Bridge up

Bridge down.

Bridge up Bridge down

thats all they do

like green like red light

as all the people in their cars shout

COME ON YOU STUPID BRIDGE!

Hurry Up!

As the bridge slowly moves

for the boats going under

for the people watching and seeing the animals who live around the

Bridge up Brigde down

Living by the Bridge

Living by the bridge is

watching the animals who live by the bridge

watching the people in the cars zoom by

people fishing

people swimming

the birds looking for food

the sound of the boats motors going by

other people you cant see but here the yell of excitement of that

“Big Catch”

dogs barking at the birds

and the people trying to control the dogs

Living by the Bridge

is living in a peaceful world

full of sounds, smells, and sights

Living by the Brigde

Bridge jumping is something that's fun and a lot of people think that it is scary when it really isn't. To me when I bridge jump its feels like a rush to cold air around me, some people say that they feel like they can fly and some people say they don't feel anything like that. It depends on what type of bridge that you jump off of. If you jump of a small one like the one at the harbor then its not as fun, if you jump off a big one like Sagamore bridge then its a lot of fun and you feel a rush.

Some people like to jump off of bridges that are low and some people like the higher ones. My favorite is the higher ones because its more fun. The highest bridge that I have jumped off of is the Sagamore bridge. The way that its so high off the ground makes it the more fun of jumping off of it. Some people don't like the tall ones because you can get rashes or bad red marks from the water and they hurt. Also, people are scared of getting pulled into the current.

Bridge jumping is an excellent pastime for the extreme. This awesome hobby involves jumping off of bridges (duh), but not off of bridges that are so high that is will kill you. For example, you would not jump off of the Golden Gate Bridge in California, because it would kill you to death. A good bridge to jump off would be Rye Harbor Bridge.

 BOOK                                              AUTHOR                            GENRE

Lord of the Flies ..............................William Golding ................... Realistic Fiction

Mister Monday ......................................Garth Nix ...........................Fiction

King Dork ..........................................Frank Portman ...............Realistic Fiction

The Chronicles of Vladmir Tod .............Heather Brewer ....................Fiction

The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy ............Douglas Adams .............Sci-Fi/Humor

As I walk along the cold paved road with my feet going pitter patter

splashing in the puddles

from all the rain that has been falling down from the dark gray sky.

I see just ahead through the brick thick fog

a bridge that has stood their for as long as I've known.

It stands tall and long

connecting two lands split by a river.

When I am standing on the bridge I can feel through my shoes

the vibration a car or a train would make when it went over

but it's not from a car

and it's not from a train.

It is from the rushing river that's just below a bridge.

On a cold fall day like today you would freeze if you would fall in.

So I hold on tight to the railing.

My hands are so cold from the freezing metal but I keep hold.

I come to the bridge to think

just to think.

To think about everything and nothing.

As I leave I look at the river once more

then turn away and walk back the way I came

on the cold paved road with my feet going pitter patter.

Bridges are like staples.

They connect pieces of paper as

bridges connect land.

Bridges are like skyscrapers.

They reach high into the sky

like bridges, impressive structures that

amaze the human eye.

Bridges are like an odor.

They are strong and have the ability to

hold thousands of pounds.

Bridges are like a good friend.

They are reliable and trustworthy. People trust

that they are safe when crossing it.

Bridges are like sandpaper.

Some are bumpy and rough and some are

fine and smooth.

Bridges are like hope.

It is always there, ready and alert,

night and day.

Until a somber day when the bridge had finally collapsed.

R:Rapid

D:Deployment

B:Bridge

The noise gets louder as the mountains rumble and the water splashes

The RDB comes over the river like a tank but wait it is a tank

There is no stopping it, it goes over everything now:mountains,woods and water

As the tank puts down its tracks over the water and turns the open river into a place where there is a bridge

Once it is done it retrieves the bridge and holds it again

There it goes again mountains rumble and the water splashes!!!

A Poem

Bridge of Failure

Bridge of Hope

Bridge over Nothing

That Seems to Float

Bridge of Darkness

Made of Light

a Bridge to Haven

Or a Bridge to Hell

Bridge of Outcasts

and of those who Dwell

Some with morals.

But most without.

Monsters versus Angels

Bridgers versus Voyagers

Dark versus Light

Bridges

Bridges are fun cause. . .

A rainbow is like a bridge

They've a pot o' gold. . .

. . .on the other side!

When most people hear the word bridge the first thing that comes to mind is a structure that connects one part of land to another. This is true. A bridge also connects one point in life to another. Going from a child to a teen, or a teen to an adult is a bridge. These bridges are broken after you cross, though. Many people have Gephyrophobia; the fear of bridges. Most people believe this comes from Claustrophobia; the fear of being in small places, or Acrophobia; the fear of heights. This is also true. I believe that the fear of physical bridges ties in with the fear of metaphorical bridges. Most people either cross bridges eager and willing or totally reluctant. You are either eager to get on with that point in your life or reluctant. You are most likely aware that the bridge is going to brake, for better or worse. This leads back to your fear of physical bridges. You know what's coming, but you don't know what comes with it.

Bridges

The 3 bridges that connect Portsmouth to Maine are The Piscataqua, The Memorial, The Sarah Mildred Longhorn. These Bridges are located in Portsmouth New Hampshire they are a main source of transportation Meaning they connect us to Maine so that it is easier to travel instead of having to try to go around the Marshes and The Piscataqua River. The Piscataqua Bridge is in average condition and does not need much attention compared to the other 2 bridges. The memorial Bridge is in very bad condition the big concrete blocks that hold it out of the water have sunk 82 feet into the bedrock. The Memorial bridge has 2 to 5 years left because of how bad its condition is. The Sarah Mildred Bridge has actually 6 to 7 years left on it but, it is in not as bad of a condition compared to the Memorial Bridge. These Bridges are important to Portsmouth and Maine and will have a giant impact on our economy and our daily lives but for now we will do what we can to keep our Bridges.

Once upon a time a kid in Kittery moved to Rye. Sometimes he would ride his bike to Kittery. Then one day the normal bridge he took was closed. He got wicked mad he went past the Macro Polo store down the road a very long ways and crossed the never-ending bridge he went to his friends house and by the time he got there he had chewed a whole pack of gum. He played video games and hung out w/ his friend until his mom told him to go home he got to the golden egg and then she picked him up there. When he got home he told his mom about the long trip across the bridge she then proceeded to tell him that his 2 trips across the never-ending bridge were pointless because the usual bridge he took was open to pedestrians and cyclists.

Gauridians

RHSH

All day's music of the green tower reaches the far borders of reality,

And stands true to the one deep blue call.

Stand up for the sky, and lower than ever before imangined.

Shout out the weight you carry,

Far more than the sky itself.

An enternity of labor,

Still the chourus rings out proud.

So stand tall the gauridians of passing,

and sing us a blessing forever.