Laguna Beach
Where Art and Nature keep love-tryst
Along fair seas of
amathyst,
Whose langÕrous waves
repeat the skyÕs
Rare opalescent
fantasies,
Laguna, in her hammock
swings,
Swings, and yawns, and
softly sings,
ÒMa–ana, ma–ana, who knows
maybe
Se–or Pintero come courting
me.Ó
Thus lured to this land of
Hearts Desire,
Art came with the flame of
Promethean fire
And here, Ôneath the
Eucalyptus shade,
LoveÕs same old story of
Man and Maid.
ÒMa–ana, ma–ana, who knows
maybe
FAME shall be born Ôneath a
blue-gum tree.Ó