Along the green shores of a golden coast rests the dreams of generations
That once sought fortune and prosperity in a land far from the old world.
Enclosed by mountains of gold and deserts scorched by Death,
the cost of these pursuits were ever endearing toils
– wondrous as it was.
Poor men hastened to make their claims;
Rich men took the liberty of forming their vision of a paradisal republic.
California, a haven for the wide eyed warriors and desperado vagabonds, reserves a special place in the hearts of lovers of life and all that is sacred in the eyes of it’s beholder.
When the blues catch us off guard and are unforgiving,
Look west and fly the winds of the zephyr;
So far away for the meek of soul,
it lies deep in the hearts of the gypsy-minded.
By Mensur Gjonbalaj
May 4, 2015