Maybe it's because I was thinking about the Eagles earlier. There's a sort of link, I suppose, but honestly, the idea for this poem just came out of nowhere. It's supposed to capture a mood and a culture I think.
California
String up the fairy lights
Rush to the beach
Feet in the sand where
The waves can't reach
Strum a ukulele
Or a mandolin
Play them as the surf
Comes rolling in
Sing to the Pacific
In the twilight hue
Watch the clouds descending
On the endless blue
Listen to the rhythm
Of the young and free
Carelessly abandoned
To the roaring sea
Feel the summer breeze let
Guitars take you away
Arms around your knees as
night eclipses day
String up the fairy lights
Over the sand
Sing while you are young
In a carefree land
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