I was in San Francisco last week. Such a lovely place and the weather was excellent for photography.
One can see Alcatraz, The Rock on a clear day from Pier 39, the Fisherman’s Wharf.
And the song of the mid 60s, San Francisco by Scott Mackenzie is one of the best loved and enduring songs of all times.
So I got a little poetic and penned a few lines.
A table spread for one
With clam chowder on the sourdough bun
I am a solo traveler eating my fare
A moment’s solitude without a worry nor care
The olden wharf overlooking San Franciso Bay
Where Italian fishermen drank hard with gay
Chinamen coolies would squat and thread their queues
And dreamt of far away Cathay in different hues.
The song of bygone era of hippies, if you are going to San Francisco
Within some older folks the flame of the flower children still glows
Such a strange vibration, people in motion
It still reverberates throughtout the land and ocean.
On a clear day from Pier 39 one can see the far away bridge
That spans the sky line like a red ribbon on the horizon’s ridge
The sea lions nestle for space on the wooden docks
A lone sea gull perches on a railing squawks.
Through foggy nights and sunny days
The undulating roads as traffic moves through the maze
Today I am to say adieu to this lovely place
I finish my lunch and say once more my praise and grace
Pier 39 San Francisco