Yellowstone, 1971

We sat there just groovin', our senses so keen Trippin' and giggling, taking in nature’s scene We smirked as visitors drove up in blind haste "Take a picture! Let's go! No time left to waste!" We were smug, silly hippies, naive to the core So certain we had found the key to that door Those tourists were clueless, yet then so were we My highway to wisdom does not come toll-free I'll never fly to heaven on Cannabis weeds Through brambles and thorns my gutted path leads If I find Eden, I must first weed and plow Wish I could go back to Yellowstone now