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SEBASTOPOL
Outside in grandma’s garden
warm morning Sun shone bright
California poppies open to the light.
Orange petals made more brilliant
by crystal drops of dew.
Screen door slams as I rush out.
Trailing voice yells “tie your shoes.”
The crunch crunch sound amuses me
Strolling the path of khaki gravel.
Above, upon the azure sea,
cotton ships their sails unraveled.
Mid kaleidoscope of wild flowers,
Majestic monarch merrily flies
O'er bushes of sweet smelling sage
In beds contained by railroad ties.
Blowing on a whirligig
Splashing in the bird bath.
Digging where I shouldn’t dig.
Incurring gardeners gentle wrath.
Croaking at the cement frog
Pet the long eared burro
Tip toeing past the napping man
Face shaded by sombrero
What I miss especially
About grandmother's paradise.
The wind chimes played by a Summer breeze
A serene spirit did entice
warm morning Sun shone bright
California poppies open to the light.
Orange petals made more brilliant
by crystal drops of dew.
Screen door slams as I rush out.
Trailing voice yells “tie your shoes.”
The crunch crunch sound amuses me
Strolling the path of khaki gravel.
Above, upon the azure sea,
cotton ships their sails unraveled.
Mid kaleidoscope of wild flowers,
Majestic monarch merrily flies
O'er bushes of sweet smelling sage
In beds contained by railroad ties.
Blowing on a whirligig
Splashing in the bird bath.
Digging where I shouldn’t dig.
Incurring gardeners gentle wrath.
Croaking at the cement frog
Pet the long eared burro
Tip toeing past the napping man
Face shaded by sombrero
What I miss especially
About grandmother's paradise.
The wind chimes played by a Summer breeze
A serene spirit did entice
Published 24th Apr 2019
Author's Note
NaPo/GloPoWriMo poem #23. Sebastopol is s beautiful town in Northern California. The once home of my grandparents and their garden
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Such a beautiful poem. I know that town, being from Northern California myself. Sounded like it brought a lot of great memories. The stanza about wildflowers is my favorite stanza in this poem.
24th Apr 2019 7:17am
Thank you , Eswaller! I was very young when they moved from Sebastopol to Santa Rosa. I grew up and lived for 40 years in the San Jose area. Some of my favorite California locales are North of the golden Gate. My recent Occidental series of poems are written in praise another NorCal favorite. Have you been to Occidental?
You’re welcome. And that’s great! No, I don’t think I have. Your poem makes me love California even more. The wildflowers are beautiful this time of year.
24th Apr 2019 10:51am
24th Apr 2019 2:51pm
Thank you, Josh. The frog was just one member of her whimsical garden statuary. Magical to a child
