Oak Knoll

Photo by Ed Haskell

An old friend passed away some years back. She was born into a South County pioneer family and, though a world traveler and Berkeley educated, her deepest affection was for her ranch and all the rural folks who make their living from a none too gentle land. I tried to show a little bit of that in this poem. I thank editor Jayne Jaudon Ferrer for including it on her excellent poetry page!


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