Vintage Bears
Did you climb the stairs
A world away,
in the attic we can play
Some forgotten bears,
sitting in your room,
or the loft croft with a broom
We can take in the sun,
or the early evening moon,
with a marshmallow bun
Green grass,
under the blanket at last
I can only make it
to the room downstairs,
or sit in my bed,
without a flight of fears
That's ok
Vintage Bears please stay
Poetry Bear's Picnic is for all
Ruffled bear or a tear
creased dress,
with or without a waistcoat,
no less
A day for poetry and fun
The Arts cares for all
leaving out none at tall

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney