Driving along the Coast of the Golden State
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A little poem about a week of summer spent driving on California's Highway 1.

Driving along the Coast of the Golden State

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As I was driving along the coast of the golden state

the mist clung to the morning like a lifeline and the sea crashed in earthly beats on the shores below.

I was driving through clouds

wondering what wonders lay ahead.

Cars behind us could only follow the same lonely path—

the winding highway that knocked our breaths away as we dangled above the dangerous waters on steep, revealing cliffs.

And when we got out of the car

we marvelled at the view of the thick sea of white and grey and fog and waves.

Everyone on the same path

would have passed the long line of red firetrucks.

"Beware of the fires,"

they had said to our astonished faces.

And as we drove along the coast of the golden state

the smoke clung to the morning like a lifeline and the sea crashed ominously with each threatening beat on the shores below.

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