Having recently moved to Benicia,
There’s virtually nothing we don’t like.
Good schools and there’s much to do for kids,
Adults are happy here too, so we’re psyched!

Except first off, we found fisherman (unlike our neighbors)
When asked what they fished for, weren’t kind.
We didn’t believe when they said they were fishing for salmon,
But, they weren’t lying, we were ashamed to find.

A rich history has Benicia,
Housing packhorse camels during the Civil War.
Once the capital of California,
Pony Express riders, a depot and more.

One can bike, kayak or run in the Park,
Walk ‘cross the bridge with us singing, we implore!
The library’s a gift, more like a community center,
There are opportunities to volunteer galore.

My husband’s from Venezuela where dogs,
Aren’t allowed inside, not even a while.
But, delighted now, Luis is crowing,
“Here, even the dogs are wearing a smile! ”

Once, when a man asked about an injured bird in his hand,
A huge Harley driving man helped with his knife.
Severed the fishing line cutting into its leg,
The bird flew off as if come back to life.

Fiends visiting us love what Benicia offers,
Poetry, writing, the fantastic art.
Public servants ready and willing,
Seems everyone does their part.

New friends, dogs, and much to enjoy,
We are grateful for what we’ve found here.
Thanks to all of you for welcoming us,
We made the right decision in coming, it’s clear!

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