Riddle One
In a valley where rivers wind and flow,
A town of water, where orchards grow.
Golden state sun on fields so wide,
Here I dwell, where small-town secrets hide.
Not yet forty, but close, you see,
Born in the year of nineteen eighty-five's spree.
October's child, with autumn's grace,
Count the years—my age you'll trace.
So seek the place where water's ford is found,
In California's heart, on fertile ground.
Add up the clues, and you will see,
Who I am, and where I'll be.