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Love & Gratitude for Vitaliy Rybakin for inviting me to recite this beautiful poem and for his most beautiful musical accompaniment. We hope you enjoy this :)
By John Koethe
On a hillside somewhere in Sorrento Valley,
My aunts and uncles sat in canvas chairs
In the blazing sun, facing a small ash tree.
There was no wind. In the distance I could see
Some modern buildings, hovering in the air
Above the wooded hillsides of Sorrento Valley.
I followed the progress of a large bumblebee
As the minister stood, offering a prayer,
Next to the young white California ash tree.
Somewhere a singer went right on repeating
When I Grow Too Old to Dream. Yet to dream where,
I wondered — on a hillside in Sorrento Valley,
Half-way between the mountains and the sea?
To be invisible at last, and released from care,
Beneath a stone next to a white tree?
— As though each of us were alone, and free,
And the common ground we ultimately shared
Were on a hillside somewhere in Sorrento Valley,
In the shade of a small ash tree.