Bear drank a carbonated beverage — root beer.
Then,
He tied a rope —
One end to his waist,
The other to Moose.
The wind began to blow,
“Okay, I’m ready to go.”
Wind blew,
Bear flew,
Higher than the trees — up over the ocean like a kite.
Moose dangled.
Bear and Moose crossed the breakers and on to the sea.
A sailor below shouted to Moose,
“Untie the rope you dope.”
Moose did and landed on the poop deck.
Bear let out a long purposeful burp;
Hot air escaped and he floated nonchalantly into the surf.
Bear washed ashore at the end of Laneda, and walked to the coffee shop for a decaf.
This is a wonderful piece, and I will look for the bear everytime I’m walking on the beach. If I find the bear, I’ll offer to buy him a rootbeer at the new ice cream shop on Laneda Ave.
Thelma Dickinson
Beautiful in it’s simplicity! Highly enjoyable read.
What a wonderful poem. I want to fly. Going to get a rootbeer now.
Nick