This is home to me,
here is where who I am was born,
here is where my Rose that grew from the concrete
bloomed with thorns.
I have met many here and lost some down the way,
still it is here when I have dark nights,
that I am welcomed with brighter days.
Here my Soul can be free and my Heart can smile.
My Poetry is Redondo Beach,
Redondo Beach is My Poetry,
Redondo Beach is Me
and I am Redondo Beach.
If a foe of mine wanted to destroy me,
he would have to destroy Redondo Beach for it is a part of me.
Bury me anywhere in the World,
still my Spirit will live here.
This is where I originated;
let no one else tell you otherwise,
for it is here where who I am was born,
this is home to me...