0 My Yosemite

O quiet Mountain Kings.
Towering majesties of Granite,
enveloped in sweet
pure
Azure.

Are you listening, like me,
to the rushing roaring
icy
water
fall?

Are you in love, like me,
with warm brown trees
so
tall?

You smiled when Bobcat raced
along the Valley floor.
And the Gemstone Jay
danced and sang for you.

And for me.
My Yosemite.

--Nicole H., 44