Song For The City

A poem and illustrations inspired by Tony Bennett and growing up in San Francisco

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Paris, on its laurels, rests;

So, too, Eternal Rome.

New York has a lasting grace,

But not so much as home.

High above the azure bay,

My San Francisco rises,

Climbing to the highest peak,

Which chilly fog disguises.

From the shores of Yerba Buena,

To the ocean, cold and blue,

Your steep hills fill my soul with joy!

A phoenix rising — ever true.

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