Yosemite Poems - Poems about Yosemite

Yosemite Sam

by me kyle walker caycay son for fun not contest

Yosemite Sam
always stumbled upon a jam.
Each time he would yell ' tarnation.'  
Altercations most have caused elation.

Yosemite's Beauty

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.

Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam

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

Yosemite's Ephemeral Autumn Falls

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

Garnet Lake

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

Below Cathedral Peak

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

Tribute To Honnold

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

Sequoia

(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

Yosemite

no litter in tents

    scuffle --- frost night long --- rustle

          mouse feasts  we listen

Yosemite

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

Camp 4

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,

In the Valley of Yosemite

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

Yosemite

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

Yosemite

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

The Spirit of Yosemite

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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