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.