THE STAFF OF LIFE
My daughter has carved a stout hiking staff
For me to carry along Elysian trails.
She thinks that on that journey I will have
A need to warn sky bears to stay away.
We carried bear sticks once in Glacier Park
And bear bells tinkled merrily as we walked
Back when the ice fields still were white and hard.
That they would disappear we never thought.
The river of time runs either slow or fast
Depending on the season and the flood.
How much I’d give to live again the past
And I’d not change it even if I could.
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