She sleeps softly now on a passing wind.
gone is she across rivers wide never to return again.
Her latter days were much filled with travail and strife.
She was too young to leave, too soon to have died.
Her dreams were with visions from across the great divide.
The Santa Anna winds were to her once sweet memories
And the comfort of the San Joaquin valley her taste and pride.
From Stockton to Bakersfield, with Fresno to make it complete.
She relieved her childhood on the Kaweah and rivers Kings.
Yet she is now but a whisper that caresses the valley floor.
And to those that knew her, they will always remember her forevermore.
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Sorry for your loss but know you know the gain :)
Blessings,
Joselyn
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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