![]() California is calling, let the Santa Ana winds blow To the place where the tide, ebbs and flows Let me soar with the seagulls---high in the sky And sail in the winds, give me wings to fly California is calling, let the Santa Ana winds sail Blow me on ---a Pacific wind gale Send me to the place, where golden sunlight shines And ripens the grape, on a Napa Valley vine California is calling, let the Santa Ana winds haul Take me to the place, where the palm trees grow tall And watch as the shadows, dance in the shade Untill the day-star, gradually fades California is calling, let the Santa Ana winds reel To thy sandy shorelines, that fill me with zeal And capture the sunsets as thine eyes--behold Santa Monica's skyline--gilded in gold California is calling, let the Santa Ana winds muster To the golden gleam- of endless summers luster And tickle me with her salt water spray As the seals bask in --the San Diego Bay California is calling, let the Santa Ana winds flee Whisk me o'er the mountains, the desert and sea And carry me over, thy peaks silvery white Let me glide, graceful-like an eagle in flight California is calling, let the Santa Ana winds wail Upon thy foamy sea--where many ships have sailed Let me wander where I may--upon the land and sea For California is calling.....calling.....calling......me. (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved. Sea Poems California Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |