Calico Poem by Juan Olivarez

In southern California there is a town,
On the side of a mountain, it can be found.
It's an old mining town to be very sure,
Where they used to mine silver, rich and pure.

A little ghost town is all that remains,
With A ghostly graveyard, with funny refrains.
And you climb the mountain, and soon you'll be,
In Calico proper, which I hope you see.

There's mines in the mountain beckoning you in,
And old western stores where you can begin,
To take a nostalgic trip back in time,
And walking around won't cost you a dime.

Desert willows and old pepper trees,
Line the town street, and sway in the breeze.
Come down to Calico, and I know you'll agree,
That high up on that mountain you'll feel so at ease.

A more beautiful ghost town you'll never find,
And you will be sad when you leave it behind.
The graveyard alone is worth the trip,
Head down to Calico, a town you can't skip.

Thank you Diego and Mercedes, Elvira and I both fell in love with Calico.


8/3/10 Alton Texas