

Old California
By Jerry A. White
Up out of old Mexico into old California, out San Bernadino way Now the Casa de Vallejos was a hacienda, the biggest I ever saw I was breaking broncs for the senoritas uncle, Don Carlos Vallejos was
his name The next day my job, they told me, was to escort the senorita at dawn We galloped east, into the sunrise, the sky was red with the breaking of
day We stopped to rest the horses, while her gloved hand brushed my
stallions mane Oh, I felt like Id been kicked in the stomach, my legs got
kinda weak But I told her my name, and then added, oh senorita, if I may be so bold Her dark eyes light up and sparkled, her smile said thank you to me, We rode out each morning before day break, to the east, to greet each
new day I gently took her in my arms and kissed her so tenderly, Please go, her lips mouthed as she kissed me, I could feel her heart
beating again' mine So I rode out and away from old California, I didnt stop for my
wages or gear |

Jerry A. White
Writer of Poems and Short Stories
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