There is so much beauty here,
along this winsome stretch of coast.The waters sparkle and glint with a
thousand generous rays of sun;
deep, glorious sapphires and aquas
swirl and march artfully on the shore like
liquid soldiers of Monet. Across the tracks from the ocean
lay the hills, sweetly rounded and green,
their grasses blown by gentle winds and
nibbled by contented cattle. I wish for a fleeting moment that we could
stop and rest upon those grasses; rest, perhaps
to be replenished, or at least to breathe. But the train rolls on through the
lazy afternoon, past Santa Barbara and
Lompoc and places without names –
on, on in search of Frisco. | 
