yosemighty over the edge

the weather was so fine
we thought that someone somehow had fixed our time
no reason only rhyme, rythmic and entrancing, dancing with the everywhere water, sooooooo sublime

the birds called from so many trees we didn't know which way to turn & look, look & see the friends staring down at us from the leafy sea...
And the rocky terrain brought oohs & ahs in refrain, tho there were so few populating this heavenly landscape it made us seem as if alone amid the wonders,

walking barefoot on some pathways and chilled by our lonesome waterfall misty breathes. We stood alone in meadows drowned and fished in the resevoir from our secret places found.

I retread the earth and watched in fascination the weary weilding of many a fire scorching whichever tree it pleased. A bush fanned my backside and a bear came out of hiding. These were the days of looking for solace and finding, of major rest and rejuvenation. A jubilee of water, rock, hill & dale...

a blessed place for god's creation.

i miss it already