(Sep 16, 2002)
I recently returned from a vacation to some national parks in California
(Yosemite, Kings Canyon, Sequoia). Some limericks about my experiences:
When we got to the park, a bad sign:
There's a traffic jam; people do whine.
Though the entry we craved,
We were quite well-behaved.
All the traffic sure kept us in line.
The sight of El Capitan's a shock.
Its imposing, sheer face makes us gawk.
It's the tourists' delight,
A magnificent sight.
People say that the cliff sure does rock!
As my eyes sweep across and scan it,
I admire "All That Is" that did plan it.
It's a marble-ous sight,
Picturesque, a delight,
Although most people take it for granite.
At a mountainous playground, I spied
Lots of boulders that slid down a slide.
They descended with glee,
Shouting "Yippee!" and "Whee!"
I'm describing, of course, a rock slide.
While out hiking, I led us astray.
Didn't read the sign right; much dismay.
Though the arrow said 'straight,'
I turned right. "Why?" asked mate.
'Twas a 'arrowing time, I must say.
"Watch me climb up that hill!" I emote.
To some tourists, my partner does note:
"He is mountain goat-like
When he goes on a hike,
But to me, he is just an old goat."
We saw seagulls beside Mono Lake.
They approached us for food they could take.
But the Rangers had warned:
If you feed, you'll be scorned.
Don't be GULLible, nature's at stake.
The forest was once quite divine,
With a luster so green it did shine.
On the empty moraine,
Only embers remain.
For the loss of the trees I do pine.
With such majesty God did endow
All the trees that performed for us, wow!
As the trees end their show,
It is time we must go.
To the trees, I say, "Please, take a bough."
It is time to depart, so we grieve,
And some sighs of regret we do heave
Our vacation must end.
Many thanks we do send.
Like the trees in the spring, we must leave.
Copyright Kirk Miller.
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