Ode to a beaver's lodge

In prepares for winters come

There is much work left to be done

While rapids push you, pull you 'round

Get those sticks from 'pon the ground

Weave together like thread on loom

Craft yourself a cozy room

A tomb within which you shall hide

Until the winter calms its tide

Protection within the brush and thorn

A shelter from oncoming storm

A beauty within a dam is thee

A quiet in the deep blue sea

To hide away 'neath sticks and stones

A dam with which one can call home

On rivers 'cross the country found

Within which a beaver is safely bound

About the Author

Henry Bedivere is an American poet. He is a literary luminary whose works have been praised greatly by the New Yorker. His works include “Ode to a Beaver's Lodge” and his anthology collection Steven in the Woods.