Whose ferns these are the canyon knows (As does the creek between your toes) The hadrosaurs won’t mind us here But neither would the plesios
The dire wolves must think us deer (Prancing around on all fours here) Perhaps they will not think us steak If we behave like short-faced bear
Our puma pelts we give a shake (Another waterfall we make) The chasm’s air sparkles and shines Like the memories home we take
These ferns are theirs and yours and mine (Thanks to our friends, the Yurok Tribe) We share them in this space ‘cross time We share them in this space ‘cross time
Dad Commander (Bub’s first visit to Fern Canyon)
This article appears in ‘Fire Teaches Us Many Lessons’.