Oh, Deer, Yosemite National Park

6

Sunrise is a most magic time,

When the mist rises off the meadow,

Revealing a new-washed world,

Where a young doe pauses at breakfast

To give a welcoming glance to the sun.

The trees and grasses, with new sheen,

Stand calm and still, saying,

"Look at us in our new life.

Does your soul stand so firm,

Or shine so bright?"

Now the small critters show themselves:

The bustling ground squirrel

Chatters to the bluejay,

Who mischievously teases awake

Grandpa Marmot, catching the first sun

On his polished granite easy chair.

Then the golden sun

Chases the chill from under the forest,

And we rejoicingly praise God

For a new day

In a new world.

Tuolumne Meadows

September 6, 1976