Best Sierras Poems

The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking...

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Widowed Dad zested for life,
Every day new adventures:
Hiking in the Sierras,
Naked white-water rafting,
Hours of gambling in Tahoe,
Dates with beautiful women...

Then married his best friend, Mike....

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Stokey 2014

I am working the door

At an all night bar

Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone.  These long nights remind me...

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Hurled into the desert by a beatnik pilot and dropped off just above nirvana.  I find myself in a peculiar yet remarkable position. ...

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Ah tis a glorious morn in Old Penryn Town
A chill in the air, sparkling frost on the ground
The Sun rising o're the mountains and trees...

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Ever Jumped A Train?

I have and it took me on a ride I'll never forget,
A journey like no other I have ever taken.
Traveling along those...

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It is something
I've never feared,
I was born to fly.

Born to see cloud shadows
on the ground and the sugar sprinkles
of snow along a ridge,
leading to
the frosting...

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A unique vision through the camera lens,
Portraits of nature in black and white.
Letting the beauty of contrast speak.

The California Coastline, the Sierras, 
The Southwest..all in...

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Tufts of ghostly cotton candy, 
Backlit by lavender sage,
Caught in rocky nooks and 
crannies,
Sky islands of stage.
Sugar whipped and frothy,
Clouds of pink and blue,
Melting in the...

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The sky was sunny, the temperature was mild, and the wind was calm and mild. Tornadoes are known to rarely occur here, but the winds...

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The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation...

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There was a place, supposedly, that was my home.
I was born and grew up in that Southern place.
My family was great, but that place, not...

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Driving along last fall, we pointed to the beautiful orange trees of Autumn.            ...

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The Highlander

From the sierras of Peru to the land of promise he came

as a student of life to learn but not for fame

but to absorb...

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Last winter he wandered away to the west
wearing a black hat ,a suit and a vest,
he practiced his shooting till he had it honed
he put...

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