Kenny C.
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Tom McCall Waterfront Park is where my stroll took flight,
With Mt. Hood photobombing faintly on a clear, good night.
No waterfalls just the Willamette sliding by,
And bridges stretching out like they're trying to kiss the sky.
From the lawns you catch Big Pink, bold as can be,
And the Wells Fargo Tower saying, "Yeah, you SEE me."
Events pop up here like seagulls chasing fries
Ship Week, Mardi Gras, summer fairs of every size.
Food carts hissing, crowds cheering loud,
Jugglers, drummers, that Portland-proud crowd.
Fall leaves paint the scene, Christmas lights ignite the mood,
Even the KOIN Tower glows like it's feeling pretty good.
Then come the bridges the reason this town flexes hard:
Hawthorne, Morrison, Burnside standing guard.
Tilikum Crossing shining like a futuristic dream,
Steel Bridge lifting up like it's part of the team.
Across the river the Moda Center peeks into view,
Like it's checking in just to say, "Hey, I see you too."
But returning to Tom McCall, that's the moment you know,
You've reached the soul of Portland, where the good vibes flow.
The park whispers, "Welcome back," as the river winds slow,
And even the skyline seems to put on a show.
Weird, warm, walkable right on the city's front lawn
It's the place that keeps calling you back at dawn.