The first house ever on Twin Peaks
Was built by an old friend’s grandpa.
With a mule’s help, he hauled the wood.
With his own hands, he sawed and planed.
With a shot gun, he killed deer to eat.
A bubbling spring quenched his thirst
And bathed his weary head and hands.
The best view in the city has this house,
Even today. A cupola was added later
To give advantage over the crowd
Of newer, chic-er domiciles
That crowded out the deer and
Covered over the spring.
From that perch the ocean shines,
The forest hums and in the distance north
The mountains glow gold all summer long,
While the fog rolls and the blue Bay ebbs and flows.
Long ago the man passed; but at the time
The Chronicle chronicled this pioneer.
A framed news photo still hangs in his house:
A bearded bohemian hangs from rough hewn rafters,
By his knees, while playing the violin.
The best view in the world
Is best seen upside down.
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