A Pooh Epic

“To think or not to think?!” exclaimed Pooh,

crossing a wooden bridge over a stream.

With nothing in particular to do 

and nothing in particular to think,

Pooh finds his friend, a donkey. Woah is he

depressed. Sitting in his gloomy spot

with nothing but an old-tattered, bent tree.

An orange and black striped creature lurked within

a bush. T’was Eeyore’s hardest part o’day.

Tigger, that mean and always bouncing fiend.

Heroically Pooh leaped to the rescue.

“Get back! You awful forsaken kitten!”

He drew his sword to rip Tigger thread from thread.

“Pooh, it is me, Tigger, your longest friend.”

“Oh bother,” quoth he, “forgot where I was.”

Pooh went back home to think and think some more.

Greater dangers lurked within Hundred Acre Woods,

dark powers, magic, sorcery, beyond!

No imagination left could save Pooh

from the battle destiny had in store.

He needs his friends to aid this noble quest.

Taking the Climber’s Hand

I was part of a mighty mountain, until a climber came and 

knocked me off my pedestal, loosening me. 

At first I was upset, until I saw his face: 

Tears flooded on my broken body and I felt his hand. 



In my falling, I’d caught the man,  

pinning him with my body. 

Hand stuck, he struggled, pulled, screamed, 

Looking for a way out. 



If only I could be a pillow,  

soft, light, and cushioned.  

He could rest his tired head on me, 

and not his dying soul. 



A stabbing in my side woke me 

the next morning. 

The climber made a chisel, denting, scratching 

But my body wouldn’t budge, we were wedged together.  



I felt worse when it rained. 

Pouring, soaking, gasping, 

Drowning, flowing water still 

couldn’t free him from my grasp.  



He struggles, thoughts of death mutter from his lips, 

he finally breaks free.  

He even left a special gift for me: 

His hand.  



Withered and without life, 

Yet still I’ve held onto it tight.  

I may not have been a comfort to his tired head, 

But I held his hand, as he escaped death. 

Wind

                  Pick a natural occurrence: wind, sun rays, rain crashing down like large goblets  


                              I’d choose wind because it brushes from side to side, never seen,   


                                never hides, yet still it comes from Nowhere. Like God took   


                                  a shower and needed to blow dry, it varies in temperature,   


                                    hot, cold to frozen. Wind is pleasant flowing through   


                                          loose strands of hairs, combing the dying leaves   


                                               of autumn across the streets. Wind destroys  


                                                    everything in its path of resistance  


                                                         flurries and hail beat apart cars  


                                                            and houses the mighty force   


                                                               of wind behind it. Weapons   


                                                                  of mass destruction, yet   


                                                                   natural. A hot and cold   


                                                                     front to spiral down   


                                                                        to earth, sending   


                                                                             people to   


                                                                                 Oz.   

  Wind is a beautiful thing, so long that it stays where it belongs. On the ground, it becomes disaster.  

a Man, a Rabbit, and a Ship

There was a man within a tree, 

who often would call out to me 

to lift my head up to the clouds 

where I could ever scream aloud. 



A rabbit came into a field; 

its armor bright, with shiny shield.  



Forever on a journey go 

across the ocean, to and fro. 

The waves, like monsters in the sea,  

a lighthouse beacon beaconed me. 



Forget your fight, sharp rocks and thorns,  

for my ship has a great, big horn. 

The Most Beautiful Moment

The most beautiful moment in life is the one less seen
The place you go to get away,
The person who helps you feel serene.

Never look down in times of trouble; keep your head held toward the sky.
Because there's someone there who knows,
The way you feel inside.

So there's a place to go when you need a hug,
A heart to turn when times are rough.
Whenever you need a moment to spare,
He will always meet you there.

Never trouble, never fear,
God's will shall never err.
Peace and happiness is the goal,
But sometimes life can take its toll.

But remember this, these words are true,
He will always, always love you.

So come with me to that most beautiful place,
We'll laugh, we'll sing and brighten your face.

That's where we go to be loved,
To listen to the sounds of doves.
We will forever be together one,
In peace and love with God's own Son.