stuffed clouds like stuffed bears
tut-tut
and
well
Christopher Robin knows
and a blue or green balloon selected
and a mud-caked
bear
attached to string should rise
up in the air
to
find the hive
and do
stuffed bears get stung
or is the lack an
asset
in the Hundred
Acre Wood
unstung
good for a bear and
for
a child
and
I’d think good for bees in there as well
c l couch
(named for C Robin)
photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash
(x = space)
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his hundred acres
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I know so little
and there is
so much to do
in a Loggins Pooh
way
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fashion us a tree
with someone’s name
outside
make sure a supply
of sweet stuff
is laid in for winter
spring
summer
fall
watch out for Rabbit
who might be coming by
having taken count
and found full
containers missing
x
but mischief
in the wood
is allowed
no one is bereft
for in the following chapter
more supplies appear
everywhere
they’re needed
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and we have tea
beside the tree
and all of us are there
even the boy
with buckled shoes
and such fondness for the bear
while I am looking
for my own
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with thanks to Milnes, father and son
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photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash
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Piglet and Samwise
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Piglet and Samwise
Would that
We could
Only think on them
To be them
Or to appreciate
Steadfast
Companions
And companionship
So close to us
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They’re smart
Don’t miss that
They’re clever
Too
x
Sometimes they carry
Oh
So much
And are capacious
To take on our burdens
Too
x
They trim the verge
They stir the honey
In the pot
For consistency
Well
Of verge
And pot
Or rather
What’s inside
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They have their homes
But leave them gladly
To find us
And then to journey
With us
When
They reach us
And we tell them
Or somehow we know
We’re moving on
x
You’re leaving
Then
We’re going with you
To the other side of the wood
Or through
Minas Morgul
Into Mordor
x
Like grace
They will go far with us
Wishing to go
The entirety
Of the calling
To adventure
x
And maybe they will
Or maybe there’s a part
We’ll have to go on
All our own
And then
To meet them later
(with success)
Someday to consider
Final matters
(then)
x
And in the mean time
There are parties
And there is
Conversation
On paths
Off the paths
On bridges
Inside when there are storms
Outside
After
x
Christopher Robin once
Said about his mother
Than when she left their home
To wander round
(that is, around)
The hundred-acre wood
Christopher had asked
Would she like him
To go with her?
x
She said no
But when I return
Greet me as if
I had been gone
A long
Long
Time
x
Maybe we always have
Such friends
As heroes or companions
Recalling
We are both
To each other
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C L Couch
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Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
“Pooh!” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
(cited at or by GoodReads)
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Piglet, as you know, is the companion to Winnie the Pooh. Samwise (Gamgee) is the gardener and companion to Frodo Baggins, the bearer of the ring in The Lord of the Rings. Each separately or both together was or were mentioned in a sermon that I heard today. I’m sorry I don’t remember why. Jesus had companions, too, though that was not the pastor’s point (or they were not his points).
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The story of Christopher Robin and his mother is told in The Enchanted Places, an autobiography.
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Photo by Arwin Neil Baichoo on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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World Bee Day
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No be
Without the bees
(probably a pun
only in English
sorry)
Better living only
With chemicals
I don’t think so
We’ll poison ourselves
There are bloated
Tragic
Precedents
(Bhopal, Deep Horizon, the Valdez)
When we could cooperate
With bees
And live
Everything that can live
Be alive
Our round bears show the way
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C L Couch
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Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Prayers for Alan Alexander
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Yesterday was A. A. Milne’s birthday
I didn’t know
And didn’t learn
Before posting time
(which sounds like horses
on the track
sorry, horses)
Anyway and, oh, bother
For not knowing
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Nothing new to pray for
Regarding supplication,
I suppose,
Except that A. A. be welcomed
Into heaven
And his boy who died some years
After and for us
Some years
Ago
And that both and all
Go on to play in
The Hundred Acre Wood
Until it’s time for honey
Then rest upon the bridge,
Followed by
Trudging up the stairs
To bed
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C L Couch
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Sunset in the forest.
Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash
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At the Table
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This is Tuesday
I hope this is
Will be
Or has been
A good Tuesday for you
(or across the world
might have been will be)
Even splendid
You are entitled
One of nearly eight billion
People
Your choices, well, that’s
Up to you
And not a matter for
Anything not like a tribunal
Present
If you are a despot, stop it
If you are a lousy neighbor,
Be a better one
But while the sun is out
(and when the moon is out
and that bemusing time
of dusk or dawn)
Take in free breaths
Let them out with gladness
And, dare I say,
Thanksgiving
For sometimes it is an easy Earth
When and where it’s not
Good breathing’s still required
With assistance added,
When needed
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And, by the way,
Honey gets in everything
At table
I’m sure there are tricks
The bees know
Maybe through their knees
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C L Couch
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orange gradient fluid art
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Pooh and Paddington Meet at Victoria Station
I thought this was a place as good as any
We could have picked, ah, you know, Paddington
You have a station named for you?
No, you see, it’s where I was found
Oh, yes, I was once found—then I got lost again
Oh, I’m sorry
Yes, well, I was on my way to Paddington to meet a friend
To Paddington?
Or was it on the way to Friend to meet a Paddington?
Yes, well, shall we have tea?
Would you like to share some tea and honey?
Oh, yes, very much
Good, I’ll take the honey, thank you
C L Couch
Two Bears drinking fountain, Kensington Gardens
By http://www.cgpgrey.com, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=37262732
Mister Sanders Speaks
I may not know much
But I can wonder
Why the sky is blue
And my balloon is green
And will I reach the tree
With all the honey
Why there is a name on my home
Of someone I don’t know
Who counted out
The hundred acres of our wood
And why does Piglet
Help me in all the plans I make
Despite the fact that
I am of small brain
He is so good, my human friend
He could come by more often
Maybe find a way to keep
The tail on the donkey
So that we could
Hunt the Heffalump
And play
And find more honey
And better still,
Eat more honey
Christopher Robin Couch
(Pixabay)
Thee Bee of Mee
inspired by a typo
Tut-tut rain, Christopher Robin
Says because he wants to fool the
Bees into distraction so that his
Mud-cloud bear might swipe honey
From their tree; the bear so-loved
Is grasping a balloon, and bear
And balloon are lifted up toward
A relished but unplanned
Reward of something sweet and
Lasting ‘til the next time the bear
Wants honey—I love the stories
And was named for the bear’s
Boy, who also went down to
The palace with Alice
Paraphrase
Of A A Milne—life by
Christopher Robin
And by me
Tut-tut rain, we say
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