Above all of the beautiful places,
Above the deserts full of cacti with their flowers blooming pink,
Above the backdrop of Sedona’s auburn plateaus
Above the San Fransisco peaks
Above New England’s fading, falling, hardwood forest
Above Ohio’s rolling hills
There is just one place that has my heart:
The place that I call home
Where the trees are larger than whales
The air is as moist as breath
Its the place where the Pacific Ocean
Laps gently against Earths breast

My mother, my muse, Del Norte County