Our California
Poems from Sutter County
Heier's Farm
By Jonathan Kinsman
It wasn’t an apple our mother picked
that ripened our eyes and set hearts aright.
They were cane berries, densely globed and black,
cupped in her soft hands, spotted red and pricked
by the bramble abutting Heier’s farm.
Our lips taste the stain: summer’s ardent kiss
of blackberry, brambled apples in dappled light.
To keep this savor fresh, we must go back
to memory’s Eden, the berries of bliss,
the berries by the Buttes, abutting Heier’s farm.
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By Harman Samra
In my town where I laugh and play
I wake up everyday to a lovely day
With my friends I sing and dance
Every day I take a chance
We play outside with all the light
In my city where it stays shining bright
With my friends we play in the hay
Until the sun sets at the end of the day
In California where we love to stay
With my friends living life our way
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By Uqsam Khan
Born and raised
Hope to grow old
This is the state that I hold
Near and dear to my heart as I grow tall and out of the mold
Just like the redwoods that you see
Every time they amaze me
Looking up and past the sky
Aren't you pretty, oh my oh my
Come on now, won't you look
All the way to the top, it's one for the books
Be careful don't look at the sun
As pretty as it is being blinded is no fun
Put on your sunglasses as you run
Through the sunflowers and avoiding the bees
Be careful because they are no breeze
For the breeze take a tour to the beach
Feel the sand beneath your feet
Does it tickle or make you feel elite?
Living in California is elite
I'm just being honest won't be discreet
Take it from me it's pretty sweet
Come to California if you want a retreat