(Since it's Easter, I'm posting a poem written for my grandson, Erik, who was 5 years old at the time. "Oso" means "bear", and Oso Bear was his teddy.)
What's this I'm hearing,
Oso Bear?
Such behaviour,
Oso Bear!
What Erik tells me - is it true?
Is this something bears should do?
Is your mother proud of you,
Oso Bear?
You've been nibbling - did you dare?
Chocolate candies in your lair.
Easter eggs that Mommy hid,
Chocolate bunnies for a kid,
You've been biting - Yes, you did!
Oso Bear.
Good bears eat berries,
Oso Bear,
From the forest,
Oso Bear.
Blackberries with purple juice,
Strawberries, or you can choose
Thimble, huckle, logan, goose,
Oso Bear.
Your big cousin, grizzly bear,
Flips a salmon in the air,
Shimmery trout from quiet pools,
Oolichan that swim in schools.
Bears eat fish, if they aren't fools,
Oso Bear.
What's that you tell me,
Oso Bear?
Don't like seafood,
Oso Bear?
But chocolate eggs are just no good-
For bears, that is; I think you should
Try ants or termites. Sure you could,
Oso Bear!
Have you tried honey,
Oso Bear?
Bears love honey,
Oso Bear.
Sweet and fragrant, gooey; plus,
Eat it all; no-one will fuss.
Just leave the Easter eggs for us,
Oso Bear!
... and other stories and poems from a life on Canada's west coast, in Mexico and the American south. * After a hiatus of a few years, I am back. I have more stories to post.
About me and this blog
I was born on a native reserve in Ontario, grew up on the west coast of Vancouver Island (as far west as you can go without running out of Canada), came of age in Mexico City. Between times, I lived in the Fraser Valley, Texas, Seattle, Oklahoma, Bella Coola, on the BC north coast, and the Fraser River Delta, just south of Vancouver. For now, I'm "settled" in Campbell River, on Vancouver Island.
I have a boatload of stories to tell. These are some of them.
1 comment:
This poem is adorable. I want to read it again and again, Oso Bear!
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