March 6, 20157 Comments

San Diego HarborThis is one of my “commentary” poems–moderately snarky–dedicated to those of us (see? I include me) who live in this complex Southern California urban environment. We who were not born to this place sometimes long for the place we left behind. Some of us even take steps to return. We forget. We forget why we left there and why we are now here.


by Deborah Smith Parker

Those epicurean delights
Of San Diego’s balmy nights—
That’s in the past, forget it fast,
You’re going where there’s bland repast.

Since you’re moving someplace rural
I hope that you like squirrel,
Or buffalo or moose meat,
Better yet some duck or goose feet.
Here on sushi you would dine
Or sweet morsels braised in wine.

FISH FRYThere your choices will be few
And you’d kill for something new,
Or else be close to suicide
When served another meal that’s fried.
Now I know I sound contrary,
But there the menus seldom vary
And the only part that wavers—
The different Jell-O flavors.

You don’t think I’m being fair?
Please listen, friend—I came from there.

Deborah Smith Parker is a professional astrologer and writer on many subjects. She is author of the newly released (2014) “The Horse that Haunts My Heart” and (2010) “Humanus Astrologicus,” both available in paperback and Kindle. To sign up to receive her blog or follow her on Twitter (@astro_logicus) and Facebook click to the right of this post.

About author:

Deborah Smith Parker is re-writing the often impenetrable language of astrology into a much friendlier form. She has spent her 30 plus years as an astrological consultant, writer, teacher and lecturer freeing the rich astrological images and their descriptions increasingly buried under modern clinical and technological descriptions. Her additional work in public policy has provided many outlets for demonstrating her ability to break down highly complex systems into information that’s easily understood.

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7 Responses to “THE FOOD WE LEFT BEHIND”

  1. Dan Valentine says:

    Cute. As you know, I can relate……maybe not about the squirrel part though :).

  2. Jill Estensen says:

    As I also come from “there”, I found this quite funny and true. Love, love, love your own review, “moderately snarky”. I asked my husband to invite me on a ride to another part of the country whenever I have a wild notion that I would like to move.

  3. Teri Rider says:

    True, except I do miss my grandmother’s fried chicken! Nothing here compares.

  4. Hi Deborah,

    Love this reminder.

    I’m happy my mom moved us from St. Louis to California the year after I finished high school. Even though I have friends and a few relatives still in St. Louis, I never long for it. If I ever did, just one short visit there would confirm that CA is the best place for me.

    As a matter of fact, even though I’ve enjoyed visiting almost all the continents, I still prefer CA most of all.

  5. rich says:

    Where I came from is buried under snow and ice…’nuf said.

  6. Ha, Ha, Ha. You got it – no green stuff east of the Rockies.

    Thanks for the chuckle.

  7. Michelle Scheurell says:

    The way to get a delicious salad in my small hometown in Wisconsin is to have one at my daughter’s home, that she has freshly made.

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