Kings Canyon Oasis Poem by JOHNNY COBB

We take a scenic break upon a bench
under a cluster of pine tree shadows.
Breezes bring fresh fragrances through tall pines
and we're mesmerized by Zumwalt Meadow.

A spot to refresh, recharge and reflect...
it's one of our favorite places.
Thirty years from now we'll look back and say
"we just loved our Kings Canyon Oasis"!

The majestic, magnificent mountains
look down on us from such a short distance.
Such wisdom to create national parks,
forever preserving this vast wildness.

Sequoias sit like silent sentinels
looking down from the craggy peaks so high.
Cat-tails are gently swaying in the breeze
as we're hoping to see momma bear stroll by.

Though we're miles from the cold, clear mountain lakes
behind us the Kings River keeps flowing.
My, the awesome Sierra Nevada
will keep our love of exploring going.

In just two short weeks this site will be closed
as winter snows will soon begin to fall.
When the hamster-wheel of stress looks for me...
oh, this amazing place I will recall!