From the porch
sitting in the rocking chair,
I got a glimpse of something big
and black,
to my surprise it was this big
old mama bear,
just limping along like she
stepped on a tack.
The bear was in the woods by the
mowed field,
Summer was about over the
beginning of fall,
moving hesitatingly using the
trees as a shield,
standing on her hind legs she
seemed so tall.
She came to the winding river,
raging in motion,
then all of a sudden she decided
to go for a swim,
the whitecaps splashing reminded
me of the ocean,
suddenly out of the woods came
little bear twins.
The sky was so bright feeling
the heat of the Sun,
weeds by the river in bloom like
Spring flowers,
cubs watching their mother
having so much fun,
jumped in splashing about like
it was a shower.
After their swim they rested
under the old oak tree,
the sky clouded over and
suddenly it began to rain,
looking up the bears discovered
a hive full of bees,
and went squealing back to their
mother in pain.