The Polar Bear Rug At the Queen Bee Mill

With Doug DuBois at Queen Bee Mill Ruins, Sioux Falls, South Dakota, 1969

When the first snow draped the Dakotas,

The horizon blurred into white…

Hundreds of miles of grayscale plains

Only changed when fading to night.

We fled to the ruins at first sun,

To slay our first polar bear..

Our trophy rug, of course melted,

Yet our snapshot proves it was there.

Oh! These old photos stir memories.

So many adventures that were mine,

Became monumental bookmarks,

As we aged and ran out of time.

Nearly fifty years later, we are melted away like the polar bear rug.