Between the Rivers

The Hudson River stretches wide From Jersey to the far west side. The east, though, is where I reside So I don’t see it much. It’s quite majestic, driving past And on the highway, going fast, I try to conjure up the past When locals spoke in Dutch. ‘Cross town, another river flows, Much narrower and, I suppose, Some Germans came because that shows In restaurants and such. Between the rivers, New York grew And other cultures added to The melting pot, which no one knew Would suffer Ice’s clutch.