Two thousand miles we went, through farming land, Or desert waste with cactus thorn we passed On auto wheels as chargers racing fast. Two thousand miles of field and grass and sand Inspired our souls at sights on every hand. We skimmed the plain, we braved the mountain blast We reached the Valley. See! At last, at last In California, oh joy, we stand! We saw the streams, the flow'rs in magic clime, Saw citrus fruit the Padres brought from Spain. It was our holiday, vacation time -- We sped, we spent and yet we count it gain -- Pacific State, you make no idle boast, You're wonderful and gracious as a host. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT MOUNT PIERUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON WRITTEN ON A MARBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IN REGENT'S PARK by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |