Two thousand miles we went, through farming land, Or desert waste with cactus thorn we passed On auto wheels as chargers racing fast. Two thousand miles of field and grass and sand Inspired our souls at sights on every hand. We skimmed the plain, we braved the mountain blast We reached the Valley. See! At last, at last In California, oh joy, we stand! We saw the streams, the flow'rs in magic clime, Saw citrus fruit the Padres brought from Spain. It was our holiday, vacation time -- We sped, we spent and yet we count it gain -- Pacific State, you make no idle boast, You're wonderful and gracious as a host. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER DULCE ET DECORUM EST by WILFRED OWEN STRANGE MEETING by WILFRED OWEN WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT |