by D.L. Lang
Vallejo, she greets you
with promises of opportunity,
where frothy waves kiss the highway,
as the seagulls soar above the bay
admiring her cityscape.
Two blue towers peek above the horizon,
bridging together a city with her island.
The ships still sail down the Napa River,
her waters carrying sacred memories
of the sailors who served so valiantly
against the rising tides of tyranny.
Festivals and parades
shower her citizenry
in the confetti of possibility,
as a city honors its history,
while walking hand in hand
towards a bright future
built by the dreams of her people.
Delighted dwellers dance downtown,
sharing drinks, meals, and dreams,
as strangers quickly turn to friends.
Families and fishermen
wander her waterfront
enjoying the sun’s masterpieces,
while the artists, they gather
to create their own.
A myriad of magical moments
spent crafting in elation,
as others admire their creations,
filling downtown galleries
with the fires of hope and reinvention.
Vallejo, my sweet city,
dear city of opportunity,
may all your dreams arise to infinity,
may you know progress and prosperity,
may your children grow up joyously,
and your homes be as warm
as the way you have welcomed me.