A Poem about Merced

On the horizon

Rolling hills, golden hills

Under the great sea

Of sun-kissed hands

Waving in the wind

From sunrise to sunset

On the last day of class after submitting my Operating Systems final, I stepped out of the temporary buildings at the edge of campus and sat on the concrete steps looking towards the acres of grassland that surround UC Merced. It was late in the afternoon, the setting sun painted the hills and grass amber and gold. The wind churning and sweeping across the valley kept this sunny day in May cool and comfortable. Looking out at this scene that stretched unobstructed for miles I was moved to write this poem.