Best Sebastopol Poems

The First Methodist Church,
with its bold wooden steeple,
burnt to the ground in 1914,
for preaching prohibition.
The good folks of Sebastopol
weren’t having any of that.
Today the Apple Blossom
Parade marches past
the rebuilt church, past
the Masonic Temple, past
Martha’s Mexican restaurant,
with its soup bowl Margaritas, 
past Old Main Street Tavern,
overflowing...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Sebastopol 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  April/2016

Where
lighthouse 
rays

shine
on
seagull wings -

Where
the 
misty

morning 
dew -

beckon

foghorns
to
sing -

where sky's 
are
green;

Oceans too -

Where 
fishermen 

stretch 

tall 
stories 

the whole
day 
through -

Where 
clouds adrift 

with 
snow white 
hue -

Where
baby's breath....
Breathe,

like
winter frost,

On roses 
in...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Pond Lily's In Sebastopol 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  November/2014


                    When
                 I
              leave
          this
     town,
 
 I'm
...

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Sebastopol 

Was it a dream
Soldiers
In thick ankle deep
Overcoats
And I had none
It gets dark early
In Sebastopol 
A blessing 
A tried to buy
An overcoat
Was arrested 
Sweet wine they sold
For cigarettes 
Sent back on board
Brezhnev 
Did the driving 
What do I know
It might still be
The darkest place 
On...

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leaning over the side
I let my loose arms dangle
to have skimmed the surface
and left a trail of fingerprints
before we passed it over

a cog train cutting
through the mountain pass
I press my forehead to the glass
seeing the peaks
all have a misty halo

out onto the deck
where with strangers...

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Four Yellow Apples from Sebastopol [for Francis]

why
in
a
moments grace
ending
over
a paper bag's
opening
rising up together
eyes-to-eyes
she said 'beautiful apples'
"i wonder how many i can hold in my hands"
i said:
a quorum
she blinked
smiled
and went away
into the night....

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