Here's one of the long poem's many stanzas:
Spring always returns me to the Fremont of my youth. White and pink flowers cloak the bare brown skeletons of apricot and cherry trees. Bright yellow mustard flowers cling to plants and lift softly in the bright blue sky while tri-colored black birds fill the air and I breathe in the earthy smell of fresh turned earth.
Any resident of Santa Clara Vally (and the counties that inhabit it) will recognize these lovely sensory images.
This beautiful photo was taken in 1952 by Charles W. Cushman, who described it in his notebook as "Orchard + yellow flowers near Niles." There may not be many places in Santa Clara Valley that look like this in 2013, but many of us still hold these trees and flowers in our memories.
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