There is a place
I wish to go
When the snow gets cold
When the sun is
Grey with clouds
Obstructing the way
Out on the western edge
Way west
Just past Ventura
And Sunset
In January
Eve of February
Take me there
Evening sweet
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Nice!
Thank you for the memories. I’m from Oxnard and this resonates with me. The horizon lined by snow capped mountains is a sight I miss.
Thanks so much! That means the world to me. How did you stumble across this poem? I do love the West very dearly… cheers! Nathaniel
I searched for songwriting in the reader and I noticed Ventura in your title which got my attention 🙂 Thank you again!