Mike Boon has passed...
Posted: Dec 22, 2014 10:04 pmThis is what Frank Binney posted on the TX list. Nuf said..
I’ll always remember Mike Boon as one of the most capable and fearless cavers I ever spent time with underground. He was also one of caving’s most brilliant poets. As I toast his memory with some good mescal tonight, I’d like to share two of my favorite Boon poems:
Country of playful cattle and dour girls,
I remember you best for one green stream. Across the richness of the polje floor
It wound from willow here to willow there, Crescents of fruits and flies for pendant chub.
Its source is in the woods above the mill, A run of dimpled jade in wooden walls
Straight from the cave where its clear flows have bathed
A myriad of small white spealeans,
Things white in darkness: feeler shell and claw.
••••••
Under the waving green limbs of stalactites,
Pass.
Do not break the pots or bite the bats.
For there are presences of Indians here,
Who built these drystone walls and worshipped by this pool.
RIP my friend,
I’ll always remember Mike Boon as one of the most capable and fearless cavers I ever spent time with underground. He was also one of caving’s most brilliant poets. As I toast his memory with some good mescal tonight, I’d like to share two of my favorite Boon poems:
Country of playful cattle and dour girls,
I remember you best for one green stream. Across the richness of the polje floor
It wound from willow here to willow there, Crescents of fruits and flies for pendant chub.
Its source is in the woods above the mill, A run of dimpled jade in wooden walls
Straight from the cave where its clear flows have bathed
A myriad of small white spealeans,
Things white in darkness: feeler shell and claw.
••••••
Under the waving green limbs of stalactites,
Pass.
Do not break the pots or bite the bats.
For there are presences of Indians here,
Who built these drystone walls and worshipped by this pool.
RIP my friend,