Tuesday, August 22, 2017

The San Joaquin















The San Joaquin Valley is infinite,
Livestock, wheat, and wine grape vines…
Alfalfa fields and rivers forever;
Mountains on the horizon lines.

There is something about the valley,
Never letting go of your heart…
You never forget the hard-working poor,
Or your soft spot for Mexican art.

I endured triple digit weather,
Tule fog that blinded one’s sight…
Looking back a half century later,
The Valley still seems “Just right”.

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