In Old California 2
At Peralta the combers break but low,
and boats do carry mates ashore with ease.
Yet they are safe since waves are no big foe.
The harbor's deep and wide with gentle breeze;
in winter, weather's mild - there's no raw freeze.
Soft rain falls gently, seen without a force,
and people show short sleeves on streets, such please.
Religious holidays abound of course.
Hernandez's Peralta's alcalde high,
all people say his rule and sway are fine.
The shipping line's alcalde's own and nigh
to shore and hide house underneath his sign.
Cow hides must be kept clean of salty brine,
and wait for place within a vessel's hold.
From sign to shore there's sandy steep incline
to to place where water's free of spray that's cold.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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