Celebrating 61 Years of Santa Cruz Harbor
Sound the Horn
From Woods Lagoon where hopes took hold,
To jetties shaped through grit and gold,
A harbor born of local will,
Still humming strong, and growing still.
Storms have struck and shaken docks,
December’s swells still leave their knocks.
Yet even as we mend and brace,
The heart of this place holds its pace.
Fishermen cast with morning light,
Sea lions bark into the night.
Though salmon seasons temporarily run dry,
Their hopes still rise with every tide.
Anchovies linger, thick and deep,
Their scent a secret we can’t keep.
The dredge still hums, the tides still pull,
Our crew keeps digging, work never dull.
Each slip a chapter, old and new,
Each wave a voice that carries through.
So blow the horn and hoist the flag,
For all the storms that couldn’t drag
This harbor down—at sixty-one,
We’re weathered, wiser, far from done.
April 18, 2025
Santa Cruz Harbor






































Historical Photograph Credit to Les Long.