Summertime in Cali
A love poem to summer in my hometown
London boarding school days
Got an accent cos of how I was raised
Valley girl, sipping on tea and eating crumpets
Teasing stoic palace guards, they never falter
Summer free of academia prison
No collard white shirts, Bulberry-like plaid skirts
Cruising, top-down, sun-kissed, you've been missed
Cali the heart and the birth of me
No matter where I roam summertime in Cali will always be home
Santa Monica Pier, Ferris wheel to the top
We've gotten stuck up here every year
We say we're never riding again
It's a lie so we call it a tradition
Dishing as we wait
how are things? Works been busy. When did we get old enough to have chips on our shoulders?
Remember R.E. and sneaking out during curfew?
Headmistress was such a Feeny
Santa Monica College Speech 101
2002
Venice Beach
street artist displaying talent that should be on TV
Here's a tip
for welcoming me home now that I'm grown
Fall, spring, hectic and crazy, it's summertime let's go you and me
Top down, jamming to 90s and 2000 beats flying down PCH
Nelly's Hot In Here and AC blasting
Summertime in Cali such a vibe
No matter how much I age
these memories will be forever lasting.
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Jordan Sky Daniels
90s kid
Flower child
I rise with the moon
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Happy memory always make us smile! Loved your poem!
Lovely Memories ❤️😉📝😁👣