Go to San Diego, you go
Learn history of times long ago.
Where cultures Spanish-Mexican
Blend with trend that's American.
Pacific waters wash the shores
Singing paeans with waves that roars.
Eat and dine many a cuisine.
Dance and sing, the weather is fine.
The crown city of Coronado
Is travelers' new El-Dorado.
Old town market, peep into past
Step back in time, get yourself lost.
Quaint and queer, attractive and weird
Find yourself in a world unheard.
And forget not to see the zoo
Where rare animals in open air move.
Water flows down cliff-like rocks
Shrubs and trees border stony walks.
Not a mere zoo, a small jungle
Where flora and fauna mingle.
Lovely beaches, russet sunsets
A lifetime chance that any one gets.
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I would like to translate this poem
You have described my beloved San Diego with beatiful wors. However, you forgot the Presidio, in old town San Diego, and the haunted Whaley House on 101. I love your poem. I give it a ten