Ferns are so beautiful to see. Here is a forest of ferns to hike through.
The word fern reminds one of the nostalgia of youth in the autumn of life.
One such poem yearning for the golden days of youth is the Fern Hill of
Dylan Thomas. The closing lines of that poem are given below:
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea. - Dylan Thomas
The full poem and details may be viewed hereunder:
http://www.gonemild.com/2008_10_01_gonemild.html
Regards! - mOhana
