The BearA Poem by Becca
It was just a quaint motel off a highway
surrounded by woods on one side. It was early morn and so I was getting ready to leave when I was told to come outside. I heard the excitement in his voice as he pointed towards the woods. And still in the parking lot of this motel was a big black bear. He noticed us but paid no mind. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Such things never happen to me. He was beautiful and proud in his manor. It was a gift to see such a site one morning in a Pennsylvania town! Times come and go but always such a memory will stay deep inside of me! © 2015 Becca |
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Added on June 25, 2015 Last Updated on June 25, 2015 AuthorBeccaPaxton, FLAboutA Lady a dreamer and a poet.... who loves to inspire people.... more..Writing
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