Colma, cradled green hills between;
Belmont, tossed upon waves of green;
Woodside mountains and Alma’s woods,
La Honda’s Altar of Solitudes;
World’s Edge hills, where the road goes down
In a tangle of curves to Spanishtown;
Ocean View and San Pedro beach,
These are the heart’s red throbs of speech.
These are the holy names that stand
Guide Posts of God into Holy Land.