{"id":565,"date":"2010-06-21T05:48:13","date_gmt":"2010-06-21T05:48:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=565"},"modified":"2010-06-21T05:48:35","modified_gmt":"2010-06-21T05:48:35","slug":"california-city-landscape-by-carl-sandburg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/california-city-landscape-by-carl-sandburg\/","title":{"rendered":"California City Landscape by Carl Sandburg"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Carl Sandburg<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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California City Landscape<\/h2>\n

by Carl Sandburg<\/p>\n

On a mountain-side the real estate agents
\nPut up signs marking the city lots to be sold there.
\nA man whose father and mother were Irish
\nRan a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
\nHe drove a covered wagon years ago,
\nUnderstood how to handle a rifle,
\nShot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
\nAnd now was raising goats around a shanty.
\nDown at the foot of the mountain
\nTwo Japanese families had flower farms.
\nA man and woman were in rows of sweet peas
\nPicking the pink and white flowers
\nTo put in baskets and take to the Los Angeles market.
\nThey were clean as what they handled
\nThere in the morning sun, the big people and the baby-faces.
\nAcross the road, high on another mountain,
\nStood a house saying, “I am it,” a commanding house.
\nThere was the home of a motion picture director
\nFamous for lavish whore-house interiors,
\nClothes ransacked from the latest designs for women
\nIn the combats of “male against female.”
\nThe mountain, the scenery, the layout of the landscape,
\nAnd the peace of the morning sun as it happened,
\nThe miles of houses pocketed in the valley beyond–
\nIt was all worth looking at, worth wondering about,
\nHow long it might last, how young it might be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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