Here is another one .... i
DO tend to write about teddybears ... but then, I
MAKE them also. Originally written when another teddybear
person had her ENTIRE stock of HANDMADE Bears stolen at a
Kliah
* * * T H E S E A O F L O V
E * * *
A little Bear went walking
Along the streets one day
And coming from his mouth was
heard
A plaintive
little cry.
His head was bowed in sadness
And the tears ran down his
face
He cried out for his brothers
Who were lost and gone away.
The streets were cold and
rainy
But the Bear roamed far and
wide
His brothers wouldn't run
away
He knew they wouldn't hide.
His path came to the shining
sea
The water cold and drear
He laid
down on the shore
And then he cried out in his
fear.
A Bunny and another Bear
Who happened to be near
Rushed to the little fellow
And they offered him their
cheer.
"This is the
Unlimited in scope
Fear and sadness cannot stay
Where there is Love and
Hope."
The Bunny Rabbit called some
friends
And helped the Bear to bed
Cleaned off his fur, and
dried his tears,
And kissed and stroked his
head.
The call went out across the
waves
And soon there was a stir
As Bunnies, Bears and others
All rushed to lend a paw.
Their Mums and Daddies heard
the cry
And also rushed there too
For they were also eager
To see what they could do.
A day passed, two, then three
and four,
Their love grew strong and
true,
The Bear was warm, and safe
and loved,
No longer
quite so blue.
The
No matter what you say,
It is for all, without
reserve,
And will not pass away.
Kliah Denise Mott
(c)