A group of us were planning to drive two hours to Wind Wolves Preserve near Bakersfield, CA to see the wildflowers.
But one by one, friends dropped out because we’re all so darn busy and it was too much to cut out for a whole day to hike through meadows of wild flowers.
So it was my friend Kathy and me. And since neither of us had much energy, we decided to drive the 20 minutes to Palos Verdes (aka PV) instead. We parked near the golf course and found a path.
So today’s poem is a summary of our hike.
My husband says “If it doesn’t rhyme, it’s not a poem. It’s just a long sentence.”
One of the classics of American literature ranks among his top ten poems: “I’ve never seen a purple cow / I never hope to see one / I can tell you anyhow / I’d rather see than be one!”
He is smiling but he mostly means it.
HIKING IN PALOS VERDES
By April Halprin Wayland
Pepper trees, grass and bees
Edging golf course greenery
Panorama of the sea
Pacific ocean majesty
Finding paths of secrecy
Horse trails track geography
Shade from Eucalyptus trees
Chopped up branches, wood debris
Inhale fragrance from the trees
Frozen lizards poised to flee
Newfound bubbling energy…
We’ve found PV poetry
© by April Halprin Wayland 2010 all rights reserved
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