“Wrapped in Love” stoneware sculpture by kayti sweetland rasmussen
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