Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Yosemite #9
If you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will hear the drum of the Ahwahneechee for their Native soul soars with the Golden Bird whose majestic wing span in silence is heard. Open your heart and perhaps you will hear the faintest intrusion of the Mule Tail deer, if not warned by the shriek of the Steller Jay, she'll timidly acknowledge and then run away. Follow John Muir down the newly beat path to behold in their grandeur glacier's aftermath. Magnificent structures like granite displays reaching toward Heaven with infinite praise. Stand before Bridalveil Falls and reminisce and know for a fact by God you are kissed. Hear the coyotes as they yodel at night fooled by reflection of Mirror Lake's moon light. If you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will hear from your soul... "Yosemite!" -Lighthouse Bob |
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Yosemite #9
Yosemite #9