Rolling Through the Bay
by Matthew Guo, Monte Vista High School Junior
As fog pours into the valley,
The city fades into sight.
Our train exits the tunnel,
As wheels start to screech
In the midst of the fog,
A new vision appears
A bullet of red, whisks us away.
The Baby Bullet heads down south,
As the fog flicks away.
Rolling brown hills come into view,
Sunshine breaks as the skies turn blue.
In just a moment, the weather turns
From misty streets to balmy roads
The charm unfolds as daylight glows
Landscapes show in warm repose
As we travel around the Bay,
The wheels take their toll.
Bay Area transit continues to roll
Through the places we all call home.