California dreaming…


California dreaming..
My first true love was the sea.
Always willing to welcome me back and
she was willing to listen to the quiet poet.
I miss the Pacific and I hope.
To return to her and she will welcome me,
as a old friend.
The sea is waiting for us my friend.
The powerful sea, the beautiful sea.
She loved the people,
who love her.
Coyote
Ah, the sea! I am plotting my return as I type! Lovely poem, John!
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