Stanford University.
Stanford…I’ve heard of you.
You are a place where
clever people go.
Stanford…just look at you…
How BEAUTIFUL you are !!
(the Burghers of Calais…
they thinks so too!)
You are…a true Hot Climate star,
in Santa Clara Valley…on a Peninsula
So far away from here.
Perhaps I’ll move to San Jose…
Become a part of you.
But no…just look at me….
I’m certainly not one of you.
Names…..important names I do suppose
become attached to you…
Polymaths and Billionaires,
to mention but a few.
Brainy people full of clout,
Bright sparks with clever shoes,
Who walk around the lovely grounds.
And there… eureka moments DING !
Near watery fountains tinkle-ing.
Stanford…
I’ll never melt into your gilded womb.
Some call it Fate…I say…
It’s just another Golden Gate
that’s closed to me.
It’s 6am…I’m lying on my bed
Talking to you.
Sagacious Stanford…
How do you do !
Kristine Byrne 6am 16th Jan 2021