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The Tourist, the Ranger, and the Petrified Forest
At the far end of the park where the prickly pear grows
And the wind smells dry and dusty when it blows,
And no birds sing excepting old crows,
Is the place of the petrified forest.
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Deep under the cactus, so some people say,
If you look deep enough you will still find today,
Where a park ranger once stood for as long as he could
Before the petrified forest was carried away.
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What was the forest? And why was it there?
And why was it lifted and taken somewhere
From the park where now only prickly pear grows?
An old tourist still lives there, Ask him, he knows.
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You won’t see the tourist, don’t knock on his door.
He lives in an RV that doesn’t run anymore.
He stays in his RV, hot under the sun,
Dreaming and praying and cursing what he’d done.
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But on hot afternoons in the summer he peaks
Out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks,
And tells how the forest was taken away.
Listen close and he’ll tell us today.
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It all started back, such a long time ago,
When the ground was littered with colors from the rainbow.
Those trees, those trees, those petrified trees!
Never had I seen trees such as these.
Watch your step. Don’t bump your toe!
These trees were trees LONG ago.
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They are trees now turned to solid rock.
Secrets to the past these fossils unlock.
Not only fossil trees are found in the park,
Plant leaves and animal skeletons have also left their mark.
Across streams and rivers and swamps and muds
Giant footsteps once echoed with great big thuds.
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Fossilized bones and teeth and armored plates,
Even copralites, fossilized POOP, for goodness sakes,
Are clues to the past, the ancient Triassic,
The dawn of the dinosaurs, the time before the Jurassic!
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Then there are clues to the past that aren’t so old,
Arrowheads, baskets, pottery, and the ancient pueblos.
The ancient Indian heritage is strong here, too.
These people have been here much longer than me or you.
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Oh, and the living plants and animals of today
Are beautiful and plentiful and here to stay.
Pronghorn, roadrunners, snakes, and prairie dogs,
All make there home amongst the petrified logs.
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I set up a business. Got right down to it:
Collecting petrified wood and sticking a price tag to it.
Fifty cents or a buck,They bring good luck!Get your piece here!Don’t wait till next year!I’ll even help you load it into your
truck.
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I was picking up pieces left and right.I had quite the business, with no end
in sight.When one day I saw, neither skinny
nor fat,A man in grey and green with a
mighty straw hat.His shoes were polished. His badge
was gold.He walked with the confidence of
cowboys of old.
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“Hello!” he said with a friendly smile,“I thought I’d stop and chat with you
a while.I’ve noticed since you’ve been hereThat things have mighty changed.The petrified forest has been
rearranged!Once there were small pieces
spread across the groundSo many, you’d see nothing else
around.
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Now it’s only the big pieces and chunks,
That won’t fit into your customer’s trunks.
Here in the park my job is to respectThe visitors and resources I have
sworn to protect.I preserve and conserve each piece
of petrified tree.I protect the past, the present, and
the future to be.
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Leave the petrified wood here to stay
And future generations can come back one day.”
I knew he was right, but what could I do?
My business was my life, and my business, it grew.
I called up my aunts and uncles and cousins.
I said, “Get on out here!” They came by the dozens.
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But sure enough, it happened as I knew it would.
The park ranger came back, and I was still up to no good.
“What have you done?” he cried, very upset.
He was no longer smiling when our eyes finally met.
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“Mister, oh mister! You are crazy with greed!
What is it you want? What is it you need?
If money is all that this is about,No cash can replace what you’ve
taken out.”
He then took his arm and swept it through the air,
Showing me nothing but dirt and my own footprints there.
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I gasped and sputtered and couldn’t believe my eyes!
For in the red dirt under the clear desert skies,
No longer did I seeOne single, rock-hard, petrified tree!
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“No longer can this place be protected, the wood is all gone!
My job is over, the park service must move on.”
The ranger was sad, so very, very sad.
I knew what I’d done here was infinitely bad.
He walked away from me then,Not as strong as he’d once been.
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Defeated and broken, his head hanging low,
He walked into the sunset as I watched him go.
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The future is open. It’s yours to make.
Don’t repeat what just happened, Don’t make the same mistake!
Protect your national parks for future generations,
For Americans and people from all other nations.
The petrified forests are a treasure for all to enjoy,
For every man, every woman, every girl, every boy!
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