Sherry Little

Rookie (05/09/1948 / Riverside, California, USA)

Riverside - Poem by Sherry Little

Into the valleys
Yellow and brown
Sun parched hills
Colors of golden.

Arrival of Fall
Gusty winds
Plants and trees
Blowing and thrashing.

Tossing and turning
Scattered leaves
Dust and brush
Rolling of the tumble weeds.

Golden hills
Glowing into the valleys
Howling winds
Echoing through the canyons.

Crimson skies
Sun below the horizon
Above the hills
Arise of the harvest moon.

Comments about Riverside by Sherry Little

  • (8/15/2007 12:01:00 PM)

    I know this place well, Sherry! I grew up just outside of Temecula, in Fallbrook, CA...spent lots of time in Riverside! Lovely little poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/2/2007 6:41:00 PM)

    I've been to Riverside, and i would rather ride your poem than the freeway.. (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2007 6:03:00 PM)

    a wonderful written poem, nicely put together. (Report) Reply

  • (7/27/2005 10:53:00 AM)

    A lovely and calming fall picture, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 15, 2006

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