Queen California

January 13th, 2019

Queen California,
What have they done to you?
What have I done to you?
Where are your sprawling forests?
(My need for cheese has turned them into grazing feed.)
Where are your roaming herds?
(They have been replaced by barn-dwellers and home sellers and buyers and liars —
You must be so tired
And stressed
While you deserve to be blessed
With the work of my hands
Restoring your land —
With the work of my mind
Becoming more kind
To you again,
The Land from whom I came
The Land from whom I grew
The Land whom I once knew
and will know again.

) Queen California (

What have they done to you?
What have I done to you?
Where are your sparkling harbors?
My cheapness lies a sheen upon their sheen.
Where are your sacred roads lying hidden in your loam?
They have been quote preserved in asphalt and I am driving there.
I am the one to blame.
I must not give in to shame.
You lift my head, you dry my eyes,
Your calming presence has not died
Still grow your trellises of trees
in which I can step inside
And be renewed
And be imbued
With the strength of you,
Queen California.


You are beautiful, your gentle stretches awaken —
You are beautiful, your drifting wings open —
You are beautiful, your bursting forests green —
You are beautiful, your swaying stalks whisper —
Your durable trunks are beautiful —
Your fragile grasses are beautiful —
Your wrath is mild and vital —
You are beautiful and terrible and majestic.