Note: This is an encore post from 2006.
Sept. 24, 1907
A First Day in Los Angeles
Roving, roving, ever restless, drifting
On from strand to strand.
Have I seen the years slip by me,
Seeking for the promised land.
From the palm trees of Jamaica and
The Golden Spanish main.
To the gray and sullen northland when
The snow was on the plain.
But today I cease from roaming and
My soul is well content—
For the gypsy came among you and
He pitches his world-worn tent.
But the old desire was silenced for he
Found his long-sought rest.
In the City of Angels, in the
Sunset of the West.
Walter Adolf Roberts
557 Crocker St., Los Angeles.