Grassy Hills
Brown, grassy hills to the east,
redwood forest to the west,
I straddle the ridge between,
living anew in a Japanese-like,
~ hai ~
wooden house compound,
an ocean sailing,
sailboat builder's dwelling,
at the top of a hill.
It's warm above the forest.
The air is fresh,
the world is quiet,
and the light is clear now
in Canyon, California,
where folks live close,
in the woods, to the reservoir
which shares its water with Oakland.
Life is beautiful,
easy-going and funky here,
along one winding road,
in the forest,
so close to the city, ~
serendipity.
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(http://scott-macleod.blogspot.com/2008/11/grassy-hills-house-canyon-serendipity.html - November 10, 2008)
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