Echoes of Magic

Those echoes of history that float thru the air
Like the old steam engine where tourist pay their fare
To ride thru the redwoods arriving at the coast
To the old roller coaster that they love the most
The sound of water emerging from a cavern
Old gold –miners dug until they came to learn
There was no gold to find in this first coastal range
When the preciousness of water may have seemed strange
While the silent whisper of redwoods tell the tale
Of the wisdom of their ancestors without fail
Mother Ocean sings her long song up the ravine
Echoing all the magic that cannot be seen