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Do not mistake me for a Bear.
True, I look like one, but my features
Resemble those of a raccoon.
Unlike the hulking Grizzly Bear,
I'm not an aggressive meat lover.
I couldn't be more peaceful!
I enjoy a plant-based diet.
Give me a bamboo any day!
No, I don't mind berries, fruit, flowers,
Grasses, bark, and small animals.
Never think "Bear" when you see me!
I do not hibernate;
I simply relax and sleep out in the open.
We couldn't look more different!
Bears wear uniform colors:
Brown, black, or white.
I, on the other hand,
Don a black and white coat
With a prominent black eye markings.
I'm one of the rarest and shyest...
Of wild animals; a solitary beast from China.
I live in cold and damp conditions,
But my dense, waterproof coat
Gives me absolute protection.
An extremely agile climber, I escape...
Larger predators with ease.
I'm a glutton that spends
Two-thirds of my waking hours eating.
Here's a bit more about me...
I stand 5' ft erect.
As a female, I'm shorter in stature.
I weigh up to 265 lbs.
As a female, I weigh less.
I give birth to usually one cup.
Did I mention I'm not a Bear?
Date written: 06/12/2023
The teacher stood in front of the class,
“Today, she said, “I’m giving you the same assignment I give every year!”
“Please write what you want to be when you grow up...
and remember:
There’s no wrong answer here.”
She found most answers to be the same as every other year she taught:
doctor, fireman, super hero, movie star…
one student wants to own a yacht.
The teacher read with interest…as their grammar she corrected
until she came across one paper…with an answer unexpected.
It was written by the shyest girl in class…who did not want a super power.
WHEN I GROW UP, she wrote in capital letters,…I WANT TO BE A WILDFLOWER.
Because bringing beauty to the world…is a flower’s livelihood
and I want to grow in places …no one ever thought I ever could.
The teacher held the essay in her hands…unwilling to let it go…and suddenly, out of nowhere, her tears began to flow.
She gently set the essay down…and as it glowed in her lamp’s light…She thought for a moment, picked up her pencil…then she began to write.
‘You already bring beauty to my world’, she wrote
‘And I know you’ll find a way...
to add beauty wherever you go.”
and she graded it an A.
dancing in the wind, a stillness
rushing thoughts, tis’ mental illness?
breaking through the peace in soft light
gusts pause over the ghostly night
songs awash with flowing feelings
the hand of God, posing healings
amazing love makes it alright
gusts pause over the ghostly night
trembling gusts of wonder and hope
rustling over hearts so they’ll cope
this music will surely excite
gusts pause over the ghostly night
nature’s soundless beauty unfolds
gentle flowers in shyest golds
joyful splashes as the stars write
gusts pause over the ghostly night
only our Creator can know
the wonders continue to glow
poetry heals the heart’s lone fight
gusts pause over the ghostly night
remember the stars fading sigh
only God knows the when and why
forests ache, the trees such a sight!
gusts pause over the ghostly night
my soul trembles with the suspense
it seems to have such a sixth sense
sometimes falling down, but not quite
gusts pause over the ghostly night
dancing in the wind, a stillness
rushing thoughts, tis’ mental illness?
breaking through the peace in soft light
gusts pause over the ghostly night
Gleeful roses turn to sullen churls,
And virgin smiles of shyest brides
Soonest morph into widowed furls;
Sad victims of your ill-bladed tides.
Swearing lovers of staunchest troth
Must sample your bitterest swill too,
And forfeit bonds of grandest worth,
As you gaily gloat like vilest foes do.
Most ardent toilers all hours round
In shady hands fattest gains leave,
Mowed to abysses dark worlds far;
To aliens you their ripe labors give.
And not even sure-shooting hunters still,
Can with all probity wait to taste their kill.
Bards of sharpest wits and niftiest tropes,
Thus must bow and trim ink’s wild hopes.
Your dial’s dual fangs envenom all matter,
And you’re Joy’s most culpable Saboteur!
The sun stirs my morning softly,
fragile like the shyest smile,
hesitating...
And, You, with YOUR pure light,
whisper hope that silences shadows,
leaving my fear of the darkest night,
reminding me why I know this blessing,
so alive, a blessing...
Your presence fills me with peace,
with serenity so beautiful and sweet,
Your light flows grace through my belief,
pouring out a message that brings hope,
timeless as eternity...
And, You, with Your gentle grace,
send music through my heart’s beat, rhythms,
softly playing the old hopes,
wisdom stirring my soul to just believe,
never stop believing – even when I’m grieving,
just keep believing…
You restore my hope, my faith, my love
with Your authority, I see – from my heart,
the beautiful that comes alive for the one who sees,
past the miracles fading from a silent breeze,
the wonder of a love that never ends,
a love that stirs the heart to ever hear
the poetry that praises You, my endless light,
the blessing that abides…
throughout all time, You are mine!
The whole reason I have decided to stand in the shadow falling from Your light!
Allison scrunched up her nose and oinked like a pig.
Joey stuck out his tongue and opened his eyes so big.
The other children in the classroom laughed out loud
when silly little Willie made his funny face then bowed.
Erin rubbed her little cheeks red with lots of finger paint.
Jack patted his face with chalk dust and pretended to faint.
Rachel pulled her eyebrows up and her chin way down
while Brent spiked his hair and wore a bad boy frown.
Each kid had a turn to try to win the honor and prize.
The shyest child of all was the winner. What a surprise!
It was the quiet little girl who was funniest of them all.
Jenna pursed her lips and cried, "Mama," like a real doll.
Then the teacher said, "It's time to return to your places,
but I promise we'll have another day of making funny faces."
April 21st, 2016
When the long-retired English teacher sees a wildflower growing on its own
she lingers there a while
as the memory of a student visits and brings with it…a smile.
She remembers standing in front of her class…announcing,
“I give this same assignment every year…
please write what you want to be when you grow up…
and remember…there are no wrong answers here!”
There answers were as predictable as children’s answers usually are:
fireman, policeman, doctor…super-hero…movie star.
She read each one with interest as their grammar she corrected…
until she came across one paper with an answer…unexpected.
It was written by the shyest student in her class…
who didn’t want fame or fortune…or a super power…
‘When I grow up,’ her wish was simply,
‘I want to be a wild flower!”
‘Because bringing a little beauty to the world is a wildflower’s livelihood
and I want to bloom in all the places no one ever thought I would.’
‘You already bring beauty to my world!’ The teacher remembers writing.
‘and I know you’ll find a way…to share your beauty wherever you go!’
then she gave her paper an ‘A’.
This is why she lingers a while when she sees a single wildflower….
to remember the shyest student she ever had…
with the greatest superpower.
When I see you, every rushing thought grows calm;
Your presence settles softly in my chest.
Your slender grace, your quiet, glowing charm,
It stirs my soul, yet somehow brings it rest.
Your skin, a velvet night in perfect hue,
A richness warm enough to pull me near;
It makes the shyest stars confess their truth
And shine with twice the fire when you appear.
And then your smile, my breath forgets its way,
Your lips curve gently, calling out to mine.
A single glance can shift my night to day,
A touch from you could realign the skies.
So hear me now, with all my trembling heart:
You are the beauty that moves every part.