Poet Bear

Some people think of me as a big old teddy bear and I write poetry, so that's how I came up with Poet Bear

Poet Bear
Sittin upon a rock near a meadow and a stream
With a pen and paper, trying to capture my dream
Pondering my imagination, without a worry or care

Just simple words from the heart of a gentle, Poet Bear

Listening to the sound of wind blowing through the trees
My thoughts are collecting, as they are jotted down with ease
I am all alone with nature, nobody but God is there

Just simple words from the heart of a loving Poet Bear

Of course my Father above is watching as I gently write
And when the sun goes down, I still have the moonlight
Crickets are chirping, lightning bugs are upon the air

Just simple words from the heart of a peaceful Poet Bear

The sounds of rustling water, the hoots of an old owl
Also a lonely wolf was letting out one of his majestic howls
A lovely songbird sings in the treetops right above me there

Just simple words from the heart of a graceful Poet Bear

All the nocturnal critters came out to catch a simple glimpse
None have ever heard affectionate words ever been mention since
But they have all arrived despite the dangers of the unaware

All to hear the simple words from the heart of a sweet Poet Bear.

by: James W. Mckay/ 6*17*14

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Mother nature is the greatest inspiration of all. You captured its majesty well, layering with the comfort of a soft teddy bear underneath. Very nice!

[James Mckay]

Awww! Well thank you so much Linda. That was very kind and sweet of you to say. I appreciate the words.