Trolley's Charms Poem

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In San Francisco, a city so grand,
A trolley roams, with charm so grand.
Its bells ring out with merry chimes,
As it glides along, through the city's climbs.
Its bright red hue, a sight so bright,
Against the backdrop of the city's light.
With tracks that wind through steep streets,
Its historic journey can't be beat.
Up and down, it goes with grace,
Carrying passengers to every place.
From Fisherman's Wharf to Golden Gate,
It's an iconic part of San Francisco's fate.
Tourists snap photos, locals ride with pride,
On the trolley's benches, they often reside.
The conductor's uniform, so dapper and fine,
Guides the trolley on its timeless line.
With wooden seats and brass trim,
It's a treasure from the past, a historic gem.
A symbol of the city, beloved by all,
A San Francisco treasure, standing tall.
So, let's hop on board, with a smile so wide,
And take a ride, on the trolley's joyful ride.
Through the hills and streets, it's a thrilling show,
A San Francisco icon that continues to glow.