Sacramento

Occasion: I wrote this for a creative writing class early in my college career. The assignment was to write about the place we grew up.

In a valley where cold winds blow,
Lots of rain but little snow,
Chilly river waters flow,
Winter in Sacramento.

Weeds are tall it’s time to mow,
Pollen in the breezes blow,
I ain’t ‘lergic to nothing though,
Spring in Sacramento.

Down the river rafters row,
Evening traffic’s much too slow,
We’ll be too late to see the show,
Summer in Sacramento.

Off to school we all must go,
What’s ahead we just don’t know,
Grass and trees all cease to grow,
Fall in Sacramento.