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The bear sleeps

The armstice is signed
for the war within,
no axe to grind
no battle to win.
The fresh autumn breeze
tries to say,
leave the fighting
for another day.
A needy brood
is now what matters,
their mouths are open
their bellies are fatter.
As the winter wind blows
it's time to take stock,
am I the earthquake?
or the mighty rock?.
With a family calling
I must lead the way
and so the bear sleeps
to live another day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Controlling the beast within.

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seerie
love bears..
yay bouquet bouquet grin banana head banger wave
seerie
love bears..
yay bouquet bouquet grin banana head banger wave
jazzy75
Compelling write...I like it.handshake
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