Yosemite Poems - Poems about Yosemite

Yosemite enchants us with her beauty, And throngs take two-dimensional pictures To fill 8x10 frames and social sites. She speaks with water and light, but only iPhones listen – for few sit quietly To hear her murmurs of mystic meaning. She remains but a photo-op and her Spirit breaks – she pleads, ‘Hear me, please!’ as Granite-rim tears smear her mascara. ...

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Bugs Bunny Was smart, witty and funny His tag line was what’s up, doc Rivals would just stare and gaulk Yosemite Sam Made bugs and his buddies scram Dubbed them all as mere varmints He had a keen eye to their footprints 09/01/2021 Contest: Cleritoons Sponsor:Joseph May...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt - Ephemeral streams slowed beneath Orion’s belt. Thin tulle mist from autumn’s gossamer Bridal Veil Flutters, bathing stony arms embrace of Royal Arch, Quaking Aspen in Alder Creek...

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I pause to listen to the silence – I am one with the million befores and the afters and at great peace amid the soundless, immense harmonies. I become the rhythm of the spheres and part of that oneness orchestration, both absorbed and apart in a light, too orderly to be but blind chance. There must be purpose to the whole that transcends...

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Alone, I camp below Cathedral Peak – God, I know you’re not whom we say you are and you should have a good case for slander – What fantastic tales we tell about you; I wonder if the more nonsensical, absurdly makes you more believable. As the night sky ascends from below until only the mountain’s white peak...

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Right foot into this little dimple that you can toe in on aggressively so it’s opposing the left hand, then you can, like, zag over across to this flat, down-pulling crimp that’s small but you can bite it. [From Honnold’s climbing notebook.] For me, the most transcendental feat – your smeared soles at Freeblast Slabs, your shoulder jammed into...

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(Poem included in the Poems of Yosemite chapbook.) Ineffable – Still, I write these lines trite. A scaffold of words which whence removed casts only a silence of long shadows. To you, the paradigm of...

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no litter in tents scuffle --- frost night long --- rustle mouse feasts we listen...

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Valley, I could ever make you my camp. Stream is rapid, flowing so cool by here. Night's tent-light comes by our kerosene lamp. I have stove and skillet frying steaks sear. Little use, Jim, watching close for tame deer. Better open eyes for hungry wild bears. We can eat chuck downing feast with cold beer. Sitting low on canvas bottom fold chairs, we've...

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CAMP 4 ‘If I die, I die.’ The realness of those words sent a shiver down my spine as I listened to the climbers. It was late autumn, 1969. There was a pause after his words and each face made the slightest nod peering deeply into the flames; Tom Bauman had just soloed the Nose. Slowly, I began to put pitons into the face of life,...

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IN THE VALLEY OF YOSEMITE Today, as I took a walk through, The valley of Yosemite, such A beauty that lies within The rocks, trails, and the falls There is a place where Clear blue sky's embrace Where the trees are tall And are rooted within rocks As I lift my head up to The sun that dries my tears, That falls from my...

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Carved by the hand of God you are awesome, heavenly, take my breath away, Yosemite. ...

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Yosemite’s huge boulders Sliced in two in the Ice Age Half Dome and El Capitan Both carved by a sheet of ice, a glacier Peering down from the mountains Buttercups grace the valley Where deer come to graze at dusk Worlds of wonder wait at national parks *A Parise Pariku for Rick’s contest. Written June 21, 2012...

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One of the best things about living in Yosemite, is the miles and miles of trails. I love to hike. Since I've been in Yosemite I have always hiked by myself. It clears my mind and helps me understand and get in touch with my thoughts, goals, and dreams. On a hike back in Sept 2010,...

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In summer she thunders majestically her splendor spewing power soaked sound waves of security cross the valley and trails where tourists are cloaked in her confident comforting mist. In winter she quick silently retreats to the mountaintop peaks of surrealist chill hibernation eerily replete with mankindness's self-interested profit motive doused in froze song. In spring dogwood bloom crested redwoods and Rockies coax along her re-emergence. ...

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