"Carol's Point Fermin Birthday Party"
(c)2010 Bob Atkinson
the party wasn't scheduled
above the streets of Pedro
that had tumbled to the sea
and made some homes quakefull
overlooking God's ocean
where tourists had come to gawk
we ate ice cream cake
and with Carol talked
we stopped to see
where we had grown up
the fishing hole called ocean
where we had fished
with Earl, Vaughn and Boatman
down below on the rocks
with pole, bucket and line
we had caught perch and crab
and cemented friendships fine
the rope ladder's no longer here
on steep cliffs we climbed
down to the rocks below us
with fish bucket in hand
would now not have the guts
to do it once again
the mind swims dizzily
looking over
the waist high wall of memory
haven't seen anyone go
over that stone wall today
straight down to the rocks
no one to lead their way
the coffee house was right in front
blue Harley's parked along
the street where we had walked at ten
over fifty years are gone
Kahula guards the open doors
of Walker's ocean Cafe
we sit in front soaking warm sun
on our shoulders
as this poem we type away
which is a present to Carol
the one who shares her cake
and gives us smiles from behind
the counter on her birthday
the spirit of San Pedro town
gave us a warmth again
when to a birthday party
we found that we had come
the city of our early youth
with charm and smiling faces
no worries on these tourists' minds
all was great and cake-ly
for to those who today
have birthdays to celebrate
we give a great big cheer
and their hands shake
we sit and eat our cake
and enjoy our roasted brew
then go on our way again
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