Fisherman’s Wharf is a neighborhood and popular tourist attraction in San Francisco, California. It roughly encompasses the northern waterfront area of San Francisco from Ghirardelli Square or Van Ness Avenue east to Pier 35 or Kearny Street.
One of the busiest and well known tourist attractions in the western United States, Fisherman’s Wharf is best known for being the location of Pier 39, the Cannery Shopping Center, Ghirardelli Square, a Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum, the Musée Mécanique, Wax Museum at Fisherman’s Wharf, and the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park.
Other attractions in Fisherman’s Wharf area are the Hyde Street Pier (part of the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park), the USS Pampanito, a decommissioned World War II era submarine, and the Balclutha, a 19th-century cargo ship. Nearby Pier 45 has a chapel in memory of the “Lost Fishermen” of San Francisco and Northern California.
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The Golden Gate Bridge is a suspension bridge spanning the Golden Gate strait, the mile-wide, three-mile-long channel between San Francisco Bay and the Pacific Ocean. The structure links the U.S. city of San Francisco, on the northern tip of the San Francisco Peninsula, to Marin County, bridging both U.S. Route 101 and California State Route 1 across the strait. The bridge is one of the most internationally recognized symbols of San Francisco, California, and the United States. It has been declared one of the Wonders of the Modern World by the American Society of Civil Engineers.
A city of hills, cable cars and “Rice-A-Roni”, use one of the above “sparks” to enflame your poetry.
SAN FRANCISCO
The city had a fishy scent
yet meant
the height of elegance; it hurled
the world
of grace and serendipity
to me,
and now I think incessantly
about the life I might have had.
The city was a sometime cad
yet meant the world to me.
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Thinking on the life that could have been…you paint a personal glimpse of this place, William…well done.
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I love your first two lines 🙂
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I like the idea of a city as a sometime cad. You took a famous tourist spot and made it your own. Great poem, William.
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July 21 – Golden Gate Bridge
San Francisco at Light Speed
On our way to a Hawaiian assignment
After dropping our van off at port
My brother picked us up for breakfast
And a quick tour of the San Francisco area
Did I say quick?
Up and down the hills we flew
He sure knew his way around
All I can remember is the picture
We quickly took at the Golden Gate Bridge
Then off to the airport to catch our flight
That was already boarding
From the drop off point we ran
No time to even say goodbye
With a baby in a stroller and a nine year old
Mama and I dragging the baggage
We made it with two minutes to spare
Two minutes to spare
I still don’t remember much of the tour
It went so fast it was all just a blur
Maybe someday we’ll return our West
And see what we saw in real time
Next time I’ll take pictures
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Rice-A-Roni
The sixties Rice-A-Roni commercial
Emblazoned on my mind
The hills
The bell
The cable car
The cheery jingle
Rice-A-Roni a San Francisco Treat!
Better than potatoes!
I’ve never been to San Francisco.
I’ve never tasted Rice-A-Roni.
How did such a memorable commercial
not motivate me to buy Rice-A-Roni?
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Maybe if it had been spuds-a-roni?
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You didn’t miss anything by never tasting Rice-A-Roni.
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[…] PHOENIX RISING JULY P.A.D. TRAVELOG – DESTINATION: POETRY (FISHERMAN’S WHARF / GOLDEN GATE BRID… […]
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So many inspiring directions to go…I could hear the whispers of lost fishermen. 🙂
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/07/21/pier-45/
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This also recalls for me the seamen’s church at New Bedford, Mass. What a beautiful and poignant little gem.
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Thank you, so much, William!
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Fisherman’s Wharf
Sea salt scent
at Fisherman’s Wharf,
seafood restaurants
galore. Watch honking
sea lions bathe on rocks.
Take a tour of Alcatraz,
looming ominously
in the background.
No sea salt scent
permeates those cells.
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I visited there years ago, and can still see the harbor seals bobbing in the water bear the ferry Eureka. This poem brought that all back. Love it.
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ODE TO TONY BENNETT
Dear Benedetto,
Rest easy, I found your heart
at Fisherman’s Wharf!
The calamari smells fresh!
Not so your cardio!
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