“Wrapped in Love” stoneware sculpture by kayti sweetland rasmussen
CALIFORNIA GIRL
I’ve looked around a town or two
And I’ve wandered through the world,
But I’ve never met the equal of
A California Girl.
She seems a little softer,
Her laugh is more serene.
She talks a little slower
And finds the time to dream.
She’s a field beneath the freeways,
A meadow in the maze
A hill between the buildings,
New York with country ways.
She can sit with me in silence,
When there’s nothing else to say,
She never talks of freedom,
Because she lives it every day.
She’s open and yet mysterious,
Concerned but not too serious,
She’s class–without pretense
And style–without offense,
Just a California girl.
poem by James Kavanaugh
Pachofa-Unfinished 
I wonder how many people read Mr. Kavanaugh’s poem with the Beach Boys’ tune playing in their mind? Not only that, I wonder if Kavanaugh was inspired by their 1965 song? I’ve not thought of him in ages – thanks for the reminder of this quite interesting man.
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His small thin book was sticking out from the others in my poetry section, just asking to be read. I have a fond memory of rowing in the Hood Canal, WA. while loudly singing the Beach Boys.
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