The New West Coast
There are boats resting on the Idaho shore.
The west coast we once knew is no more.
Frisco and Los Angeles we can no longer see.
They have become places in our history.
Oakland and Fresno are at the bottom of the sea.
They are like the Atlantis of antiquity.
We tried to warn the populace, but to no avail.
It only took one good shake on the Richter Scale.
Goodbye to what we knew as “California”.
Let’s spend some time on the beach in Nevada.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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