Dan Warsinger Photography
I spent many youthful nights with friends
Setting up camp in Yosemite…
Usually on the grass behind the chapel,
Far from any public proximity.
Those were the days of real freedom
Federal parks were owned by the people…
No twelve month wait, credit card reservations;
Just our bags, unrolled 'neath the steeple.
Each passing generation laments,
“We lived in the best of times”…
Perhaps my generation’s the last,
To remember less boundary lines.
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