View From Santa Barbara

Here’s another piece of my poetry from 1971. Yes, that’s over 50 years ago but I remember writing this in response to the nightly briefings from the White House regarding Vietnam casualties juxtaposed with my quiet surfing life in Santa Barbara, California.

View From Santa Barbara

©1971 Allen E. Rizzi

The long clock pronounces sentence;

Another day is done.

Beneath an arch, a mother’s pleading,

“Oh my God, where is my son?”

And all along the coast, the story goes.

Habits of Hobbits are striking,

Pulling down the sun.

He has no more his hopes and dreams,

Millions have reduced to none.

And all along the coast, the story goes.

The quiet time has come at last;

Another day is done.

Twilight’s eraser rubs its mark,

His thoughts, like paint, have run.

And all along the coast, the story goes.

I came to hear the sea’s sweet song;

I came to listen upon her shore.

I came in hopes of tasting wind,

But now I find they are no more.

And all along the coast, the story goes.

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