I'm an Irish poet (they're always drunks) from San Francisco. I've seen the elephant (look it up) and I would have given my soul to have slept with Jean Harlow.
When I was 21 I ran away to SF and the air was clean and pure as you've ever seen. I arrived with 3 bucks in my pocket and I didn't care I was free right here in the center of the universe. It was the "summer of love" 1967. On certain days the "City" actually sparkled and I had a love affair with her. Wherever I went her hand was in mine-short black dress, pearls at the neck, heels. I couldn't tell where my feet ended and the cement began it was an exciting part of me. I lived downtown and when I walked out my door you could feel the electricity zapping all around you in the hustle and bustle.
Hills, cable cars and that deep blue sky it all made you so very much alive.
I remember reading a Saturday Evening Post story (1948 ) about a girl who grew up in grew the Noe Valley district and she said that "growing up in SF was nothing but magic and that it's not so much the place it's what it does to you"
Whenever someone asks me "where are you from"?
I stop and flash about the 38 years that I was there and the magic and the beauty and I say to myself "ya" ... and then I tell them "I'm from San Francisco".
When I was 21 I ran away to SF and the air was clean and pure as you've ever seen. I arrived with 3 bucks in my pocket and I didn't care I was free right here in the center of the universe. It was the "summer of love" 1967. On certain days the "City" actually sparkled and I had a love affair with her. Wherever I went her hand was in mine-short black dress, pearls at the neck, heels. I couldn't tell where my feet ended and the cement began it was an exciting part of me. I lived downtown and when I walked out my door you could feel the electricity zapping all around you in the hustle and bustle.
Hills, cable cars and that deep blue sky it all made you so very much alive.
I remember reading a Saturday Evening Post story (1948 ) about a girl who grew up in grew the Noe Valley district and she said that "growing up in SF was nothing but magic and that it's not so much the place it's what it does to you"
Whenever someone asks me "where are you from"?
I stop and flash about the 38 years that I was there and the magic and the beauty and I say to myself "ya" ... and then I tell them "I'm from San Francisco".
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- I'm a gasoline dream poet for 1,585 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "to find light in this darkness".
- I am a 62 year old man (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm living, reliving, growing, to share.
- Visit my homepage at csammons2@yahoo.com
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condor : A little gift for you. on August 21
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Purrsanthema : Hi on August 5Jean Harlow was something! Wasn't she? I love your prose on San Fran. That city is a beautiful lady isn't she?
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