An Ode to Parents

Don penned this poem for the Spring of 1990. With Mother’s Day and Father’s Day drawing near, this is an ode to his parents for raising him with an environmental ethic. His hope was then, as it is now, that it had meaning to someone else.

I was fortunate in life.
I was very young when my senses were made aware of Nature’s beauty.
I have seen the mountains reaching for the heavens.
I have felt the fine, cool mist of the ocean.
I have heard the geese on their southerly flight.
I was able to touch quiet rivers as we paddled and dreamed of days long ago.
I was taught of dependence and interactions in the natural world.I was inspired! I live with an admiration and a respect.
I owe my life to those people who allowed me those inspirations.
Those inspirations did not come from Leopold or Muir, but someone nearer.
Some day I hope my children will be able to say these words to me.

by Don Miller

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