PAINTED VALLEY
by Mika Pieper-White

There is a valley
filled with orange
That has no back road alleys
where little blossoms lay
behind a painted hill.
It only had one road
in and out
But that road had a heavy load
People would yell and shout
And disturb nature's serenity
You can call it the golden valley
or you could say
The valley of poppies
But as for me
I just call it the Yosemite Key!