Best Sacramento Poems

I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I...

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When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse...

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L.A.
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They say the city of angels
Is run by demons
Like many other cities
But I’m not sure
Riding my Harley
Through Hollywood and Vine
I see the signs
But still have...

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Mississippi.
Mostly mild, wet, and muddy  in winter,
but also chilly, cold, and sometimes snowy.
We feasted on ice cycles from tin or asphalt rooftops;
We screamed and...

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It happened without any action on my part.
All I had to do was just say, "Yes, I will go".
Moreover, it was not my dream, but...

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There once was a youth from Sacramento
Who loved to spice his dish with pimento
     His friends thought it worth a laugh
...

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When the American flag waved bravely, for women it did not FURL.
However, many bold and determined women have changed the WORLD.

I am a proud bother...

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Being privileged to have known scores of
Americans known as 'the greatest generation',
I attest to the reality of their greatness.

Herein, greatness will not reference those who...

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Homeless On One Stormy Night


In the winter of 1984, I accepted a pastoral position in San Francisco.
The salary was not sufficient to live in the...

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(Historical train-ride on the first Transcontinental Railroad in 1870 from Omaha to Ogden aboard the Union Pacific Railroad)     © 2009 (Jim...

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Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off,...

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Within a 14 year period, I went from a Dixie delta farm
To a Chicago asphalt jungle, to a dairy land farm in Wisconsin.
From dairy land...

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Foggy Nights, A Letter To A Friend
By Curtis Johnson

I have driven on  snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois.  In the summer’s...

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We'd been travelling through the night and we needed a rest
The unmerciful sun was now rising above a red rocky crest
We headed for a large...

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