It was a simple time of life
Sierra trails devoid of strife
I was a young man on the go
Where the Tuolumne did flow
Hitch your wagon to a star
Young men’s dreams can reach that far
Feel the mountain breezes blow
Where the Tuolumne would flow
Summer sun would never end
The nighttime stars were my best friends
Neath the Milky Way’s bright glow
Near Tuolumne’s clear flow
Times have passed, I’ve seen some change
City streets polluted rains
Memories still let me go
Where the Tuolumne did flow
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This poem brings back fond memories of BSA trips I took when I was a kid. We had no official BSA camps to attend, so we just all got on horses and rode up into the mountains with our scoutmaster. We would dig our own latrines, set up tents, cook our own food, and have a great time learning about the flora and fauna of our mountains. Thanks for the memories!