John Muir's Backyard

I just happened upon this beauty and I cannot wait to relish in this once the weather warms...

We took a walk recently
in John Muir's backyard,
Wordsworth in celebration,
Milton in meditation,
and myself
bent on a few days' discovery
deep in the Range of Light.

Step by step,
strive and sweat, yet
caught in wonder at every turn.
Now and then drinking in the
magnificent lines of my companions--
already drunk on the fine wine
of fir and pine.

The wilderness ethic is
to leave things as they are;
and so it was, no scars,
nothing changed,
other than myself.