Yosemite is in its winter finery.

Hanging from Half Dome

Scattered about the redwoods

Blanketing the trails

You will see no Lexus prowling about,

Just the crunch of animal and bird

In search of food and warmth.

Is this what Paul Simon meant

About the Sounds of Silence?

Big Bend’s just too far away

Carlsbad Caverns campground’s clay

Yellowstone? Some other day.

Revin’ up the Ford Fairlane

Never would I take a plane

Top down even in the rain

travelers thinkin’ I’m insane

Biscayn Bay, I’ll be there soon

Palm Trees by tomorrow, noon

sittin’ by the blue lagoon,

whistlin’ a happy tune

In the Everglade

The wildlife once calling

The trees now falling

Cedar trees?

Yes, I see the trees! (alliteration)

Music from The Byrds

Whistling their own words

But not for long

Will we hear their song

Forests destoyed

Replaced by a void

The only survivors

Stumps and posts

The long lost echoes

Of the Silver Ghosts

Known only to a small population

Arizona has more than the Grand Canyon

Take an ’81 Chevy Rambler RV

An annoying Ann Murray CD

To Organ Pipe Cactus; you’re bound to have fun

Where the pine trees have no bark

Bob Dylan once wrote a catchy twang

While driving his new Ford Mustang.