-Inspired By Ron Hull’s ‘Dare’ Poem-
“Life consists with wildness.
The most alive, is the wildest;
Not yet subdued by man,
Its presence refreshes him.”
Henry David Thoreau
I’ve encountered quite a few bears
On my numerous treks into the wild
But this particularly happy wild bunch
Made me as merry as a very young child
We were again in the wilds of Canada
In a very lovely, and a very remote place
A realm, that still actually belonged to them
We humans, were the intruders, in their space
As the two of us were traipsing along through the dense green forest
We spotted this wild bunch, and my fishing partner began to frown
Of course, he immediately very quickly headed off down the trail
And now, I was staring at them - mother and her two baby clowns
They began following me, and I didn’t want to lead them to camp
So I decided to toss them some fish out of my huge fish-filled net
By the time that I got back to our camp, on the other lakeshore
My heavy parcel of fish was quite light, there was nary one fish left
As my fishing partner and I soon sat down to dinner
Eating our now lavish meal of a can of baked beans
I soon began laughing and howling my fool head off
But my fishing buddy had no sense of humor it seems
He and I were leaving the next morning anyway
And the two of us had certainly had our share of fish
Now I always laugh when I think of this little wild bunch
They had a most tasty free meal, which was certainly delish
But it is prudent to ‘bear proof’ one’s camp in bear country
A mother bear guarding her children, can turn diligently mean
So my fishing partner should have been extremely delighted too
It was unlikely this wild bunch would now crave our can of beans
That’s when I started fishing with dogs
Like me, they really know how to howl
And their willingness to share the wilderness
With its very ancient and truly rightful owners
They always instinctively comprehend somehow
©2012, Mr. Ed
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been shaking out my knickers lol...
he should have been pleased you both
left will all your limbs and such...
Goodness
Love and Light
Lily
A beautiful image and tale of nature.
Lady Mary Ann
with sort of a balance
in nature *Mr Ed*
Lady Vivian
Anna
budd
Blessings,
Christine
One feels this poem in an ineffable way. You are natures boy, always at one with nature as you crusade to protect all that we have to hold dear. Once it's gone, the bears will even try the beans. :)
Until I watched a film called US Marshall, it hadn't occurred to me, how much of America is swampland, huge forests, and so vast in wilderness. On my last visit I heard about snapping turtles close by, but I thought it was made up. Gosh, do Americans realise what - natural ancient treasures - they have and are obliged to protect! The only wilderness we have, is my bank account.
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Take care,
Sherry
Did know that my little poem would be so inspiring…
Ron
Cheers,
Dan