Pooh Bear and I

Walking around town

Is like taking a trip to memory lane.

I find my thoughts

Melting into pots of honey.


For the bear of very little brain

Was a light bundle of feathers

When I carried him and he was

My childhood best friend.


It was in the day

Of blustery winds and leaves

When I had no worries

About making friends.


Now I am old,

Thinking of Pooh Bear

In his little red shirt,

Sitting on my shelf.

Copyrighted 2010 by SKB.

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