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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
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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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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