Yosemite by Stephen Scholle

Before the millions came to visit
There were black bear and crow
And light crept over the canyon walls
Each morning in the snow
Until shadow swallowed highlights
The vastness of it all
Only time bore witness
In spring and golden fall

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In winds and rain and stillness
The dripping mossy cliffs
Plunging liquid drapery
The water and the mist
The huge smooth granite faces
That took the breath away
Of those who first walked in here
And those who come today

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The giant limbed Sequoia
Towering and fat
Each who’s gazed up in them has whispered,
“Oh. Look at that!”
Their brittle twigs and oily resins
Far above our heads
Home to warbler and woodpecker
Waxwing and wren

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The peaks fade like battleships
Into the distant plain
Far above the mountain meadow
Tuolumne by name
And the granite face and open sky
That change so constantly
Call down their perfect valley
Yosemite… Yosemite

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What does it mean
When places such as these
Remind us of the infinite
And bring us to our knees
They grace our sensibilities
They remind us who we are
Bearers of grace and beauty
Witness to the stars

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Before the millions came to visit
There were black bear and crow
And light crept over the canyon walls
Each morning in the snow
Until shadow swallowed highlights
The vastness of it all
The eagle bearing witness
In spring and golden fall

Ehy-yoh Ehy-yoh Ehy-Yoh Ehy-Yoh

• Acoustic
• Blues
• Frontier Americana
• Jazz ballad
• Singer-songwriter
• Swing
• Hartsdale