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POINT LOMA SONNETS: 1. ON LOMA by WINIFRED DAVIDSON

First Line: I HAVE GROWN OLD ON LOMA, I HAVE SEEN
Last Line: MY DAYS HAVE GONE AND GO UPON STREWN FOAM.
Subject(s): POINT LOMA, CALIFORNIA;
I have grown old on Loma. I have seen
For twenty years North Island's scimiter
Curve on the arm of Mexico, where stir
The fringes of the Silver Strand between,
Hilted with Coronado's jeweled green
And rose on gold and gold on lavender;
Long shadowed granite hills the vaguest blur
Against my blue, blue sky. My heart has been

This promontory jutting to the South
That wears down waiting through a dream of tears;
My words the whispers at the warm wind's mouth
Murmuring of love along the lonely years.
My nights have called lost little shore birds home;
My days have gone and go upon strewn foam.



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