Thursday, April 5, 2012

Bus size dinosaurs -- with feathers


In the newest issue of Nature is a report from archeologists who found, in northeast China fossils of a previously unknown dinosaur that was some 30 feet long and COVERED WITH FEATHERS -- fluffy as a baby chick, they say. Picture that bus size beast walking down the road looking all fluffy and cuddly. Boggles the brain a bit, doesn't it? Sounds sort of Dr. Seuss-ish, in fact. That was 125 million years ago.

Today's poem will tickle the imagination a little too, but in a nicer way.

LOST

Stand still. The trees and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here.
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here
No two trees are the same to Raven,
No two branches are the same to Wren,
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

by David Waggoner

2 comments:

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

Itanymp ructicThese words "If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost." seem to be the essence of the poem. I really like this poem. -- barbara

Bev Sykes said...

Gives new meaning to "Big Bird," doesn't it!