This poem was written when Bill and Iived in California. We were traveling all day on Highway 5 through the San Joaquin Valley going north from Los Angeles to the Bay Area.. That is a long meditative time for us with time to watch the rich valley filled with fruit trees, crops, cattle and ranches and the hills and mountains along the sides. We did it each year for many years .
Bill drove most of the way that time and I had my feet propped on the dash while I wrote using my new laptop. The poem happened as the trip happened.
This poem is not new but I still relive that time in California when I wrote it.
I submitted the poem recently here in Austin and was awarded a prize representing Westminster, our senior residence.
I share it because it is who I was 15 years ago before Austin Texas and before Appamada.
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