Once upon a time,
A young boy and his bear,
Worried not of time or day,
Their minds free of care.
Under the tree,
They played their games,
Sang summer songs,
Each day the same.
Till once upon a summer breeze,
The young boy didnt come,
Left his bear under the tree,
Lost his need to run.
There his bear will sit,
Under his childhood tree,
Until the boy comes home again,
And there his bear will be.
lovely story, you remind me of Wiinie the pooh series in chilldren's television..
ReplyDeletevivid capture of your characters.
love the flow.
Thanks for the participation of Poets Rally week 36.
have fun!
:-( end of childhood + Velveteen Rabbit plus a book I loved when I was a little girl: The best loved Doll.
ReplyDeleteMade me sad AND I love it.
:-)
My Thursday Rally poem.
Sweet poem, I can feel this sadness of growing up somewhere between the lines... one day you just have to leave the innocence and freedom of childhood...
ReplyDeleteAwww, this is sad. The boy grew up, but the bear did not, still wondering where his playmate went. I like the story and am rather hoping, even though the boy has matured now and probably doesn't care about playing with a bear anymore, that he'll come back.
ReplyDeleteSweet and sad. Reminded me of Winnie the Pooh as well. I actually wrote a poem about a teddy bear that was left when someone went away too. Must be some kind of universal image!
ReplyDeleteSad and sweet, but childhood must end ... except in our hearts.
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I liked the lines:
ReplyDelete"There his bear will sit,
Under his childhood tree,
Until the boy comes home again,
And there his bear will be."
Hope and faith that he will return...beautiful sentiment. Thank you for sharing.
Will the bear really be there waiting for him? Will the bear really be there hoping for him?
ReplyDeleteThis has a certain innocence lost sort of feel to it... it also reminds me of Toy Story in a good way.
Nice one.
This reminded me of Toy story :(
ReplyDeleteI loved it :)
The bear and the boy resemble a good friendship.
ReplyDeleteA kind of innocence is felt in this poem.I love the wonderful images you have portrayed..
ReplyDeletegreat tale about loyalty and affection.. mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/hunger/
ReplyDeletevery touching, the inexorable circle of life, we grow older and move forwards back to the beginning...thanks for sharing this beautiful piece!
ReplyDeleteaw. sigh.
ReplyDelete*sniff* Reminds me of Christopher Robin outgrowing Pooh.
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