Robert Frost & San Francisco

This caught my eye today while out and about in Golden Gate Park with my family. One of those dedication plaques you see on park benches all over the place. I really liked this poem and did not know that Robert Frost had any San Francisco-centric poetry (not that I'm follower of Frost's work either). Harkens back to a day when the City was a little more gritty and rough around the edges.

Have you read this poem before? Are you familiar with other similar San Francisco-centric poetry? If so, drop me a line I'd like to read more.