Bear By Himself, by Geoffrey Hayes
This book has been with me since childhood. It still resonates. I read it to N. these days. Tonight, it was the first book he asked for. Of all the books he knows the names of, he wanted this one. I'm pleased. N. likes to point out the castle and the moon on the last page.
Bear By Himself
by Geoffrey Hayes
There are times when a bear has to be alone with himself,
to think his own thoughts
and sing his own songs.
He must pause and enjoy:
listening to the quiet,
smelling the rain
or talking to a river.
He likes to watch the wind in the high trees,
sail his kite--alone and free--
or do nothing at all!
He lies in the thick grass with the sun hot on his fur and remembers:
misty dim mornings
and cool winter breezes,
warm little rooms where the fire pleases.
He has a secret place where no one can find him
and worlds to explore in his own backyard.
He loves window-shopping on late afternoons
and the lamplighter lighting the night.
As the evening deepens to darkness,
there is his own friendly house to come home to
with his books and his toys and his own soft bed.
He feels the dark
and sleeps--
and dreams.
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