Wednesday, February 4, 2015

San Francisco


It’s 7 a.m. in San Francisco
giving a cold and wintry feeling.
The bridge is covered in a blanket of fog
appearing slowly as we approach.


The subtle sound of a ferryboat whistles in the background
as faint as a wolf howling from afar.
Seagulls decorate the sky with a bright white,
as seals lay down by the pier.


The welcoming smell of seafood rises on the streets,
combining with the fresh ocean air.
The green fields of a park overflow with families and friends,
enjoying the scenic view of the bay.


San Francisco: Home to the Giants, the Warriors, and the Niners.
Sightseers come from all over the world.
Traveling tourists transit through the Twin Peaks,
explore Alcatraz Island,
and relax at the Ghirardelli Square.


Fireworks explode into the skies,
as glowing embers fall into the ocean.
A place for inspiration and excitement
in the Golden City San Francisco.




2 comments:

  1. I love the way you arranged the poem and the vivid image of SF it gives

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  2. I enjoyed how you described San Francisco using what it is known for, it really brings the poem to life.

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