Little flutters of California beauty

In the vast velvet garden,
In the wide soft rolling garden,
In the golden gleaming garden
Of our California green.

Where the wild flowers crowd to your knee, to your knee,
And the tame flowers arch overhead. .

Where the mile-wide orchards of red-tipped trees
Make hazy floors of brown
Along the reeling wheeling aisles
Of level vineyards, miles on miles

Long lines of eucalyptus run, an endless race, an easy grace,
Free verse in living green.
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