from Douglas bridge (My Father was here)

I look above Mt. Juneau's height
a salmon stream, Ursa at night

the bear he laid against the sand
these river stones were in his hand

at flounder creek by little lake
grizzle cold hardtack, who would make

my children's faces all so dear
I know my father, He was here.

—Harmon Ronaldson

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