Jul 2012
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Walked a crooked road, steep and winding,
over shrouded hills by the bay.
Shattered buildings rose from ashes,
street cars clang their bells, this day.
Towered bridges span an island,
steel ships beneath their reach.
Time stuck fast to tell a tale,
when Earth rippled through a Golden Gate.
Broken lives in long remembrance,
the kites are flying high.
It’s been decades since that monster hit,
and The City, still whirls away . . .
Walked a crooked road, steep and winding,
over shrouded hills by the bay.
Shattered buildings rose from ashes,
street cars clang their bells, this day.
Towered bridges span an island,
steel ships beneath their reach.
Time stuck fast to tell a tale,
when Earth rippled through a Golden Gate.
Broken lives in long remembrance,
the kites are flying high.
It’s been decades since that monster hit,
and The City, still whirls away . . .
San Francisco is my favorite city. In fact, it's nicknamed "The City". During my Navy time the early 70's, I was stationed in the bay area when I was assigned to the USS Enterprise (CVA 65). I wanted to capture some of the sights and sounds of San Francisco in my poem - Lombard street, the cable cars, the beautiful bridges (Oakland bay bridges that join at Treasure Island; the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco to Marin County); the clock tower that stopped at the moment of the 1906 earthquake and the diversity and resilence of the it's residents.
Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz
