Winnie the Pooh
I was pretending
to live in the hundred acre wood
where I met many a friend
from my childhood
it was sunny and it was nice
even in the middle of winter
and not one of us complained
except for you know who
there were oh so many stories
to tell and retell
and pots & pots of honey
we shared everything
photographs & memories
new ideas & fantasies
an occasional deep seated fear
the best part though
had something to do
with these neverendings
where the stories go on
and on and on
just like the stalk
we never stop climbing
december two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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I love this. Interestingly enough, I was just listening to an audiobook of the first Winnie-the-Pooh (or Bear for short 😉) last night!
What a coincidence – that is interesting!
So beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you!
Such a beautiful poem!
Thank you, Mona!