This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SCU chapter.
When my parents moved to San Francisco three years ago, I was thrilled to discover my new home. I went on runs along Land’s End, each day astounded at the beauty of my neighborhood. In words better than mine, here is “Land’s End” by Weldon Kees.
A day all blue and white, and we
Came out of woods to sand
And snow-capped waves. The sea
Rose with us as we walked, the land
Built dunes, a lighthouse, and a sky of gulls.
Here where I built my life ten years ago,
The day breaks gray and cold;
And brown surf, muddying the shore,
Deposits fish-heads, sewage, rusted tin.
Children and men break bottles on the stones.
Beyond the lighthouse, black against the sky,
Two gulls are circling where the woods begin.