(Bear Grass, Indian Basket Grass)
Long spiky green leaves
woven into baskets
years past to carry necessities
by the Tribes
of the great western prairies
Among the craggy cliffs
of the Rockies
you grow so tall
within the coniferous woods
where you remain petite and small
Sacred Mother Bears
pad their winter den’s
for comfort and scent
during a long seasons frost
where her tiny cubs will be dossed
In the Spring
when new birds sing
and children run and play
then scrapes occur or a twisted knee
the roots are used from me
Boiled down to a creamy
compound and applied when
swelling is found
no longer will the pain abide
children go play seek and hide
Should this flower
be sown into your garden soil
and years go by ‘til bloom
beware when animals roam near
it’s a favorite of elk and deer!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
A lovely teaching about a wonderful plant.
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Thank you so much Deborah! 😊
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A lovely plant. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you Sadje! 😊
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My pleasure
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Beautiful, Gypsie! A great motivation! Today i saw the first humble bee on our cherry tree. The first since some years. Maybe it will become a good summer. Best wishes, Michael
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Fantastic news and thank you Michael! 🙏
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