San Francisco Poem by Tommy Whisenhunt

Maybe we'll go to France another day.
We'll go the 'the Paris of America' as Alfred Hitchcock once said.
The city by the bay.
Home of architecture, rolling hills, fog, the missions, Alcatraz and sour dough bread.

We'll bike across that majestic Golden Gate bridge; it's 1.7 miles through.
They built it with great attention, artistic detail and straight as an arrow.
It's the most photographed, however, it's still not as sublime as you!
Then we'll take the ferry from Sausalito to the Embarcadero.

Maybe we'll have oyster and chowder near pier 33?
Can go to Chinatown via the cable car; we'll embark.
But before that I'll take you back in time at the Musee Mecanique.
Hand in hand, eventually we arrive at The Top of the Mark.

I'll get a table for us with the best view.
And have a good bourbon as the sun sets on the city.
This day is perfect with the last of the daylight coming through.
And finally, at that green flash is when i grab your hand and say that you look pretty.