Going To San Francisco On Sunday Poem
By Jade Huang
It was early in the morning,
There only were a few cars running;
When we were near to you,
All of us were excited;
Like a timid girl,
you put on a mysterious veil,
We couldn’t see you in detail.
Oh, such a tall orange bridge,
With iron muscles and steel bones;
Firmly standing in deep water,
What a great bay guarder!
At noon, the sun took off your veil,
Revealed your original beautiful;
Your welcome was so cool,
As if we were invited from summer into fall;
Along crowded street we walked down,
As if we returned to hometown.
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