Alcatraz, a place of history and lore, A place where the past lives forevermore, A fortress by the sea, a prison for the worst, A place where the weak perish and the strong thirst. Alcatraz, a place of history and lore, A place where the past lives forevermore. Pelicans soaring high, a symbol of hope, A place where the future and the past elope.
In San Francisco, a couple did stay, At the Intercontinental, they planned their way. They chose not to buy a condo at the Millennium Tower, Opting for adventures, they’d savor by the hour. They strolled through Chinatown, a vibrant place, Immersed in culture, they found their space. To the Mission they ventured, to learn and explore, About Saint Francis, the patron saint they adore. Thanksgiving arrived, and with family in mind,
Fortune cookies they purchased, a gesture so kind. They boarded a ferry to El Cerrito, so grand, To share their dreams, in that beautiful land. They spoke of Fisherman’s Wharf, and the Golden Gate, Of Alcatraz, Muir Woods, a wonderful fate. Their love for San Francisco, a city so dear, Filled their hearts with joy, as they planned the next year.