Three Bears Wood
Nobody has seen them,
those three bears,
nor naked nor clothed.
So who now walks
in
Three Bears Wood?
Who now stands
where he once stood
in
the shadow of the trees?
Sometimes
he walks there
in
his dreams.
What magic power
puts him back there
beneath the trees?
What ghosts does he see,
what words does he hear,
what dreams does he dream
in
Three Bears Wood?
I love this, Roger! It’s one of those pieces that seems really simple on the surface but has a lot of depth and many layers. Wonderful…
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So glad you like it. It’s one of my school poems. Three Bears Wood was a little copse on top of a little hill just outside the school. We ran through it regularly on Cross-country runs and walked its paths on country walks. I remember it as being a pocket-handkerchief of a wood … but I never forgot the name.
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It makes for magical memories in poem.
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