I'm from Union City, where daylight's clouds kiss
Where the extending embrace of the Bay Area's gentle sway,
There lies a livelihood in the midst of metropolitan bliss,
At which buzzing steel tracks of BART hum melodies of day.

Beneath the expanse of California's heavens,
Where hills in verdant splendor gently rise,
Dublin exhales, a mosaic of legends,
A symphony, where the essence of my Bay lies.

James Logan High School's lush fields, in noon's glow,
Echo with joy, young aspirations in flight,
Future's hope, in every throw,
In every bounce, the Bay's delight.

Along Embarcadero, its history whispers,
The intertwined past and present blend,
Each piercing turn, a storyteller, ushers
Narratives of a home, where cultures ascend.

Oakland's marketplace, a bustling vibrant,
Scents of seasons, curry, and spice,
A culinary feast, so radiant,
A depiction of culture, precise.

Walnut Creek, in tranquil motion rolls,
Beside paths where silent bikes do slide,
Nature's hug gently bestows,
At every bend, the city's pride.

Night falls, and twinkles start to show,
BART trains in harmonious trance,
Transport the tired, as daylight bows,
In Berryessa, with every glance.

Speaks of home in their tender tones,
In their grins, in every gaze,
Here, me, where the heart of my home owns,
The railroad, my home, the Bay's embrace.