LEMON COVE

Posted on March 18, 2017 by | 2 Comments

 

 

No clock, no time—
free to look down
canyon home, the road

beyond to Lemon Cove
tied to railroad towns
up and down 99

two thousand feet below.
Through 150 hazy years,
much the same

to native eyes, to the wild
that have survived
our good fortune.

 

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2 responses to “LEMON COVE”

  1. sustainabilitea | March 18, 2017 at 8:20 am | Reply

    Beautiful (and green!) view, John.

    janet

    Like

  2. Katie Smith | March 19, 2017 at 8:09 pm | Reply

    Beautiful picture of your world.

    Like

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