Illustrated PoetryLone Sailor
Rising high behind him are the hills of green and brown.
To his right the bridge that people take from ‘Frisco town.
On his left and to the front are waters of the Bay.
All his days he watches ships come in or steam away.
From the headland of Marin he stares off to the south.
Neither smile nor frown will ever venture to his mouth.
Seaman’s cap upon his head and sea bag at his side,
Rain and wind are all the same; he takes it all in stride.
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