Spring in Sausalito

Photo courtesy of Sausalito Historical Society  

Photo courtesy of Sausalito Historical Society  

By Larry Clinton -  Sausalito Historical Society


As we enjoy another gorgeous (if parched!) spring here in Sausalito, here’s a poem celebrating the natural beauties of our town. It was written by Marin poet D. Wooster Taylor in 1908.


I will tell a simple story

That a poet told to me,

Of a lofty promontory

Bending down to kiss the sea;

Where the houses seem like flowers

Peeking out beneath the trees,

And the sweetest natural bowers

Fling their perfume on the breeze;

Where the roadways wind, half hidden,

‘Neath a net of evergreen,

And the hollyhock, unbidden,

Spreads its scarlet on the scene;

Where the rose and wild syringe

Bud and blossom on the slope,

And the evening sunsets linger

With the pink and heliotrope;

Where the fragrant oleander

In the terrace gardens grow

And you gaze from your veranda

On the snow-white yachts below;

‘Where the wide-winged gulls are flying

In the ferry’s silvery spray,

And you see the islands lying

Half asleep upon the bay;

Where a launch is proudly steaming

Near a mighty man-of-war,

And a fisherman is dreaming

Of his cottage on the shore;

“Where Mt. Tamalpais, terrific,

Holds the Fog King in his lair,

And the salt of the Pacific

Breathes its freshness on the air;

You have heard the poet’s story:

Sausalito, that is you! Just a crown of

natural glory

On a sea of azure blue.