All of the valley is more precious than gold to me.
Putah Creek and Cache Creek are golden,
The Sacramento River, golden.
There is gold in the clods of dirt, the earth
Of the valley floor is itself made of the purest gold.
Oh, don’t take me literally. I can be a fool,
I mean that my love of the place where I make my home
Is my reward in life. To be one with the land
Is to be whole, is to be complete.
I am just a man, but I belong.
04 June 2019