Poetry that I have read on line and think that it is worth placing here on my site for your enjoyment. Bernard Shaw.

MOUNTAIN'S SONG

 

Above timberline, melodious echoes of streams,

Rushing over knolls like my dreams.

Stoic Granite Rocks watch and listen.

Mountain dwellers red paint brush glisten 

 

Scattered over lush mountain side,

Bluebells, like children, atop snow slide.

Fields of daffodils sway with yearning

Perfect rhythm, heads n'er turning.

 

Symphonic smells trees are brimming.

Pines alert the coming new earthlings.

Wee fawn deer nestled among new grass

Scampering squirrels guard-no trespass.

 

Paths of glass, melting snow trickles fast.

Mother bear and cubs stir, 'tis Spring at last!

Melodies of mountains memories.......

Gushing waterfalls, recall joyful beauties

 

Hummingbirds hover strumming a Jew's Harp

Bald Eagles soar hunting eyes sharp.

Long-legged Jack Rabbits bound and bounce

"Catch us, if you can!" they stay still to announce.

 

Earth's slow warming for those beneath...

Long winter's nap, appetites wishes bequeath.

Cold blooded snakes, partners of earth worms

Prairie dogs, tiny mice, begin their squirms

 

Snare drums of newly formed leaves....

Can you hear their rustling encouraging breeze?

Colorful birds do their part, singing from their heart.

Splendid mountain, majestic, and wise,

Witness, overcome with its beauty, cries.........

 

 

Created by

Cheri Cam LeBren

April 27, 2004

 

"Going back to the mountains

for me, is like going back home!"

 

"Mountain Smiles"

This delightful poem was sent to me by Connie. Thank you for the poem and picture Connie.

Crabby Old Woman.

What do you see nurses,
What do you see?
What are you thinking,
When you look at me?

Do you see
A crabby old woman,
not very wise
uncertain of habit,
with far away eyes.

A person who dribbles her food,
and makes no reply
when you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try"

A woman who doesn't seem to notice
the things that you do,
and forever is losing
a stocking or shoe.

A person, maybe resisting at times,
lets you do as you will,
with my bathing and feeding,
and handing me my pills.

Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes nurses,
cause you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am,
as I sit here so still,
as I rise at your bidding,
as I eat at your will.

I'm a child of ten
With a mother and father
and brothers and sisters,
who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen,
with wings on her feet,
dreaming that soon now
a lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty,
the heart gives a leap,
remembering the vows
that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now
I have young of my own,
who need me to build
a secure, happy home.

A young woman of thirty,
my young now grow fast,
bound to each other,
with ties that should last.

At forty, the young ones are grown
and soon will be gone.
But my man stays beside me,
so I don't feel so alone.

At fifty once more,
babies play round my knee.
Again we know children,
my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me,
my husband is dead,
I look at the future,
and I shudder with dread.

For my young ones are all busy,
rearing young of their own,
and I think of the years
and the love I have known.

I'm an old woman now,
and nature is cruel.
Nature makes old age
look like such a fool.

The body is crumbled,
grace and vigour depart.
There is now a stone
where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass,
a young girl still dwells.
And now and again
my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
and I'm loving and living
life all over again.

I think of the years,
all too few, and gone to fast,
and I accept the stark fact
that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, nurses,
open them and see,
look a little closer, nurses...
Please see the real ME.

This poem was written by an elderly Lady in a geriatric ward. After she died it was found among her possessions by a Nurse. It was felt it should have a wider audience.  With great pleasure I present this piece taken from the web.
 

This answer to a Crabbity old woman was written by a Nurse who wanted to remain anonymous

What do we see, you ask, what do we see?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
But there's many of you, and too few of us.

We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bath you and feed you and help you to walk.
To hear of your lives and the things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son.
But time is against us, there's too much to do -
Patients too many, and nurses too few.

We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
With nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear
That nobody cares now your end is so near.

But nurses are people with feelings as well,
And when we're together you'll often hear tell
Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed,
And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said,
We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad
When we think of your lives and the joy that you've had.

When the time has arrived for you to depart,
You leave us behind with an ache in our heart.
When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care,
There are other old people, and we must be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss -
There are many of you, and too few of us.

Being a Nurse Means . . .

You will never be bored.
You will always be frustrated.
You will be surrounded by challenges.
So much to do and so little time.

You will carry immense responsibility
and very little authority.
You will step into people's lives
and you will make a difference.
Some will bless you.
Some will curse you.

You will see people at their worst -
and at their best.
You will never cease to be amazed
at people's capacity for love, courage, endurance.

You will see life begin - and end.
You will experience resounding triumphs
and devastating failures.

You will cry a lot.
You will laugh a lot.
You will know what it is to be human
and to be humane.

- Melodie Chenevert, RN

My Thanks to Nurse Chenevert RN for the use of this poem

IF.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

 

In times of aimless wandering
When nothing's clear or right
I bow my head and look above
For courage and insight

The darkness can be heavy
And lonely in the night
But a ray of hope remains
From His faithful, lasting light

Please shine along the pathway
When I'm weary of the fight
Your love's a constant beacon
Oh so vigilant and bright

Karen Shaw Matteson
© 2001

My thanks to this Lady for the use of her poem.

 RIVER OF LIFE.
 by Amy Clarke Ellis, (Yahoo User Name: aheartforjesus2)
 
 
 We on the River of Life sail by,
 Bound for the mystic Sea.
 Many will stray from the Chartered Way,
 Missing the best to be.
 
 Others will crash on the rocky shoals,
 Stranded in pain and woe,
 But there are some who continue on,
 Close to the Lord they go.
 
 He is the Pilot who marks the course
 Right to the Port-of-Call.
 He is the Leader at every turn
 Ready to help us all.
 
 Only the Saviour can safely guide
 Us to the shining sea...
 And He will rescue each soul who cries,
 " Jesus I trust in Thee."

 
  ...call upon me in the day of trouble:
  I will deliver thee and thou shalt glorify me.
 
     - Ps. 50:15

Citizen Of The World.

No longer of Him be it said
"He hath no place to lay His head."

In every land a constant lamp
Flames by His small and mighty camp.

There is no strange and distant place
That is not gladdened by His face.

And every nation kneels to hail
The Splendour shining through Its veil.

Cloistered beside the shouting street,
Silent, He calls me to His feet.

Imprisoned for His love of me
He makes my spirit greatly free.

And through my lips that uttered sin
The King of Glory enters in.

My thanks to Joyce Kilmer for this delightful poem.

This beautiful very poignant poem was sent to me via email The Author is Cheryl Costello-Forshey. My thanks indeed for this most beautiful yet sad also encouraging work of art.

Daddy's Day.

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as! seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.

Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories,
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favourite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

You see he was a fireman
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

My special thanks to this lady with the most gifted of pens.

Cheryl Costello-Forshey
©Copyright 2000
(Used with Cheryl's permission)

Whisper Jesus.

Today I got a burden,
And I felt that I should pray
For God's spirit seemed to tell me,
That you were having a bad day.


I don't know what the problem is,
But I sure do know the cure
And if you'll only let him
God will keep you safe and secure.


In life there's always problems
Cropping up to spoil our day
But my friend you know the answer
All you have to do is pray.


If you still feel you're defeated
And you want to run and hide
Just reach out and I'll be there
Standing right there by your side.


So remember, Whisper Jesus,
For he's just a prayer away,
He's so close that you can touch him
All you have to do is pray.

Author Unknown 

Blue Waterfalls 
By
Ugonna Wachuku


Slowly, whistling winds and waves
embrace my soul on this voyage to
new reality.

Like a river, I follow my course
through beckoning landscapes and 
simple seas.

Through moonlit forests of home
and beauty, I walk to the beat
from nature's heart.
There is silence in the air.
There is a song in my heart.
There is unfolding desire to
be all that I must be to you
and to humanity.

Down river roads and pathways,
I follow your footprints to
mountain tops where bald eagles
teach eaglets the mystery of
calmly soaring through life.

From high grounds and moving
landscapes on peaceful sea shores
hidden within you, the story unfolds.
From mountain tops of glory and 
beauty, you call me to fish and
dine with the gods. 
There will be yet another voyage.

When, finally, we arrive at the 
headwaters, there will be blue 
waterfalls and glad dolphins to 
welcome you and me.

These blue waterfalls will be 
our compass for the journey
ahead. Smiles and songs will
flower us to bountiful life.
Waterfalls of blue will define
our love for humanity!

And when I meet the coming,
new morning of hope and inspiration,
I will shed tears because your loving
blue waterfalls will be my caring
companion for life!

________



© Ugonna Wachuku 
My special thanks to Mr. Ugonna Wachuku for his very kind permission to allow me to place this beautiful poem on my site.

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?

You ask me why I love you, dear, so let me tell you why.
You've seen the seagulls lift their wings and soar into the sky.
You've watched the tides rush in to bathe the peaceful, golden shore
And swoop up nature's treasures lying on the ocean floor.

But what I feel for you, my love, is stronger than all these.
It reaches heaven's highest heights and to the deepest seas.
It spreads its arms around the world to try to hold you near
And with compassion's gentle touch, it wipes away each tear.

So when you look at me and ask me why I love you so,
I tell you all these things, my love, just so that you will know
That nothing I possess in life means more to me than you
And I can tell from all you've said, I know you love me, too.

My special thanks to Mrs. Marian Holbrook. Kure Beach, NC for this lovely piece of poetry.

My Prayer.

I'll never understand

The glory of love

And how it can bring pain

 

I'll never believe

In no higher force

Than that which hurt again

 

The love, the loss,

The moment's touch

The feelings deep inside

 

There's been so much

That I've been through

A wonder I've survived

 

The heart that holds

My passion's flame

Is now inside of you

 

This flame has died

So many times

I hope I can trust you

 

And soon the day

Will come around

Temptation will take part

 

I pray you will

Remember me

And my love in your heart

 

Well now it's time

For me to go

I hope this prayer comes true

 

There's one thing left

For me to say

I always will trust you

By: Brian Steffa, Sr

My thanks to Brian Steffa, Sr  For this great poem.

Yesterday I met a stranger...
Today this stranger is my friend. Had I not taken the time to say
hello, or return a smile, or shake a hand, or listen, I would not
have known this person.
Yesterday would have turned into today,
 and our chance meeting would be gone.

Yesterday I hugged someone very dear to me. Today they are
gone... and tomorrow will not bring them back.

Wouldn't it be nice if we all knew tomorrow they would be here?
But this is not to be, so take the time TODAY to give a hug, a smile,
an "I love you."



JUST FOR TODAY,
....smile at a stranger
....listen to someone's heart
....drop a coin where a child can find it
....learn something new, then teach it to someone
....tell someone you're thinking of them
....hug a loved one
....don't hold a grudge
....don't be afraid to say "I'm sorry"
....look a child in the eye and tell them how great they are
....look beyond the face of a person into their heart
....make a promise, and keep it
....call someone, for no other reason than to just say "hi"
....show kindness to an animal
....stand up for what you believe in
....smell the rain, feel the breeze, listen to the wind
....use all your senses to their fullest
....cherish all your TODAYS

I found this delightful Poem on the web. The writer is unknown my thanks go out to him for this poem.

.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

This poem was written by Mrs. Mary Frye. My heartfelt thanks for this poem of hope.

IF I KNEW.
                   If I knew it would be the last time
                   That I'd see you fall asleep,
                   I would tuck you in more tightly
                   and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
                   If I knew it would be the last time
                   that I see you walk out the door,
                   I would give you a hug and kiss
                   and call you back for one more.
                   If I knew it would be the last time
                   I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
                   I would video tape each action and word,
                   so I could play them back day after day.
                   If I knew it would be the last time,
                   I could spare an extra minute
                   to stop and say "I love you,"
                   instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
                   If I knew it would be the last time
                   I would be there to share your day,
                   Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
                   so I can let just this one slip away.
                   For surely there's always tomorrow
                   to make up for an oversight,
                   and we always get a second chance
                   to make everything just right.
                   There will always be another day
                   to say "I love you,"
                   And certainly there's another chance
                   to say our "Anything I can do?"
                   But just in case I might be wrong,
                   and today is all I get,
                   I'd like to say how much I love you
                   and I hope we never forget.
                   Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
                   young or old alike,
                   And today may be the last chance
                   you get to hold your loved one tight.
                   So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
                   why not do it today?
                   For if tomorrow never comes,
                   you'll surely regret the day,
                   That you didn't take that extra time
                   for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
                   and you were too busy to grant someone,
                   what turned out to be their one last wish.
                   So hold your loved ones close today,
                   and whisper in their ear,
                   Tell them how much you love them
                   and that you'll always hold them dear
                   Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
                   "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
                   And if tomorrow never comes,
                   you'll have no regrets about today.
My Thanks to Bonnie on the Sparkle List for this little gem.  http://geocities.com/sparklelist/

Tenacity.
So you're a senior citizen now,
Well, congratulations friend!
You've reached the point of no return,
The beginning of the end.

You know, it's all downhill from here,
At least that's what they say.
No job, no boss, no work to do,
And don't forget -- no pay!

You're on what's called a "fixed income",
As much as they allow.
Mine wasn't broke, I told them so,
But they fixed it anyhow!

And oh yes, another thing,
You'll be eating cheaper now.
Won't have to buy delicious foods,
Can't eat them anyhow.

The doctors say, "You watch your weight!"
"Your cholesterol's too high!"
And you need to get that pressure down,
Or else you're gonna die!

And many other benefits, We didn't talk about,
Bifocals, bunions, "Meals on Wheels",
It's enough to make you shout!

So have fun, enjoy and laugh a lot.
No need of being blue.
You've waited all your life for this,
And now it's all come true.

So, cheer up friend, as you join in,
And don't be sad or glum.
Just grin and bear it best you can,
The worst is yet to come!
This delightful poem was sent to the Sparkle list by Deborah Setzer My thanks for posting this to Sparkle.

http://geocities.com/sparklelist/

This poem is from Kie from the Y.P.D.C. Kie has graciously given me permission to place it on my Guests Poetry page.

Tapped Imagination

 

If letters cast in bottles can float upon the sea

I hope there will be poetry in heaven just for me

With cards of old nostalgia, the way it used to be

Each memory imprinted, oh the many I will see

 

If leaves can hang on branches thru a summer's storm

Why can't I be a mermaid and sunbathe past the shore?

I'd lie upon a rock and call Poseidon's name

Curved in subtle wonder, without a hint of shame

 

If cultures that are ancient developed aqueducts

My map of life needs laughter not to mention luck

The things I find important will not outlast my time

What is real achievement when measured by a dime?

 

If Alice found in Wonderland, wisdom with no sense

I smile to know that my advice is worth a bout a pence

Like twirling 'round a lamppost, dancing in the rain

My tapped imagination will never be the same...

Copyright (c) kie ... [2005-06-23 06:30:07]

 

"I'm A Keeper Are You?"

 

'Twas a blistering cold day

on the day he died.

In the warmth of our bedroom

I sat stunned, and dry eyed.....

A young man only 38 in his prime

I wanted to scream "Stop the time,

Please stop all time!"

 

Precisely, in that moment, I realized

he was gone.....

No more hugs, no more comforting

words, I sat there until dawn.

I watched his life seep slowly away....

Horrible pain of realizing that 

sometimes no matter how much

you love a person, or how much

you try.......there will be no more

not even for a day!

 

N'er again will my front door open and

I'll hear "I love you honey!"

His "bear hugs" were worth more to

me than a Million Dollars real money.

No more loving encouragement.....

Sometimes there's no returning when

someone you love is absent.

 

Sometimes those we love the most

simply go away,

No notice, no warning, we won't even know

 the moment or the day?

He never said, "Goodbye" I said,

 "I love you" but did he hear me?

 He was in a coma.

Helplessness, defeating, death's trauma

 

With one breath, his last, I learned.

Your priorities change,  are rearranged,

your whole life upturned,

So while you still can love them dearly,

If they are sick care for them early

 

This is true for marriages, or relationships

If they are strained, or broken,

try to mend e'vn if hardship.

My little Winnie dog has seizures

but she's in no pain,

Do I put her to sleep because I can?

Am I being selfish or inhumane?

 

The oldsters in each of our families?

Nanna's and Bompa's are they our

"Crazies" or our "Beauties?"

We keep them close and dearly love them

Because we want to, we cherish them!

 

Our best friends that moved away,

or our classmate, our best pal

in high school?

Do we keep them close to our

hearts, part of our "Love-Pool?"

I'm a "Keeper" are you? I keep

everyone and everything

that makes me happy.....

Life is so precious, and

so are those that we keep

close  and love deeply.

 

 

 I received this from a dear

classmate that thought I

was a "Keeper"

And he was so right, I'd keep

all my friends, and all my pets

if I could, for then I'd never be a

"Weeper!"

Now I'm sending this to all those

other "Keepers" that I know

Hoping they too will send it along

to all the "Keepers" they know.......

 

I made the story mine,

and

wrote the poem.

Created by

LovingCritters with.....

 

 

 

12/28/05

 

"One day at a time--this is enough.

Do not look back and grieve over the past,

for it is gone, and do not be troubled about

the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the

present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth  remembering."

This poem was sent to me by Mrs. Jessica Martin. It is one of the saddest poems that I have ever read. My thanks go out to this lady in her times of stress and loss. Bern

 



She sleeps.
And none can wake her now
from rest so deep and pure.
The pain that wracked her body long
has ceased—her sleep the cure.
No disappointment mars her day,
nor grief at love’s ill fate.
All heartache and all loneliness
dissolved at Heaven’s Gate.

She laughs.
And joy unspeakable
is shining from her face.
The bloated visage illness left
is covered now in Grace.
No sorrow over life unfair,
Nor worry, nor despair,
Diminish such a righteous wealth.
She reigns our Lord’s own heir.

She leaps.
And as a child doth dance
and skip and celebrate.
The party in her honour swells
Where peace shall ne’re abate.
No tottering steps, no trembling hand,
No swollen, fevered brow,
the only thing she feels and knows
is the Saviour’s Glory now.

She’s gone.
And though my heart doth yearn 
and tears my pillow wet,
I have assurance in my soul 
and I shall not forget
that when He left this earth for home
Our Saviour promised true
To go unto His Father’s House
To “make a place for you”.

I’ll wait.
And suffer through the endless grief
and pain that knows no end.
And wonder if she knows how far
our love for her extends?
I’ll miss her presence everyday.
I’ll cry myself to sleep.
In error I will speak her name
then halting I shall weep.
I’ll try to do the daily chores 
that now are meaningless.
I’ll keep my promises to her
having known her I am blessed.
I’ll keep in mind the joyful times
And not dwell on the pain
Remind myself that one sweet day
I’ll see her face again.
I’ll feel relief her pain is gone
yet grieve for hours we lost.
I’ll treasure wisdom that she shared
Her memory sorrow-tossed.
I’ll try to learn from how she lived
with dignity and pride.
While more reflection I shall give
the grace with which she died.

 

This poem was sent to me by Mr. Edward Kent of Sunderland UK.

Barbie's lost leg
 

Sunlight had come, now it was Morn
Through the curtains it flickered, signaling the dawn
Papa Teddy Bear sat up, and he looked all around
There was work to be done, and jobs to be found

Come on everybody, now the Sun’s up its day
We’ve got lots to do, and things to put away
Time to get up, wipe the sleep from your eyes
”Can I sleep a bit longer?” Little Teddy Bear cries

We’d all like to sleep a little bit longer in bed
But who’d tidy up, Papa Teddy Bear said
We’ve only three hours before the humans appear
And look at the mess, we’ve a “mountain” to clear

From the corner of his eye, he saw Barbie raise her hand
I’ve lost my right leg, and now I can’t stand
When last did you see it, Papa Teddy Bear said
A boy pulled it off yesterday, and threw it over his head

Alright everybody, Papa Teddy Bear shout's
It’s time to tidy up, and keep a lookout
For Barbie’s lost her leg, and it’s somewhere in here
There’s a jellybean to who finds it, are all my words clear?

Little Teddy Bear looked, and gave Little Dog a wink
That jelly bean’s ours I'm beginning to 'think
The pair started to look, and rummage through the toys
Searching the mess, made by all the girls and boys

Hold on! Hold on! shouted Papa Teddy Bear
Yes, you two I mean. Yes, you two over there
what do you think you’re doing, no don’t tell me I’ll guess
You’re trying my patience for you’re making more mess

Sorry Papa Teddy Bear, Little Teddy Bear said
”It won’t happen again” as his face became red
I‘ll go over there and I’ll help Goldilocks
To pick up more toys, and put them back in the box

He helped tidy up, but had things on his mind
Like a red jellybean if Barbie’s leg they could find
Suddenly Little Dog stopped, and his face became pale
He looked at his friend, and then he wagged his tail

His nose was all twitchy, his tail stiff in the air
Little Teddy Bear watched him, then followed his stare
Way up on a shelf wooden and high
Barbie’s leg stuck out, like it was waving “goodbye”

Don’t worry Little Dog, I've a splendid idea
But I’ll need someone’s help, so you just stay here
Will you look after my friend, “O’ please Goldilocks”
While I go and find Jack, you know the one in the box

'So Jack you know the plan' Little Teddy Bear said
I’ll stand on your lid but I won’t hurt your head
And when I say “GO” you spring me up high
For towards that shelf, is where I want to fly

And that’s what he did, and it all went to plan
He soared through the air, and on the shelf he did land
He picked up the leg, but then he gave a frown
What have I done, I’ve no way to get down

Papa teddy Bear had seen what just had occurred
As he looked to the shelf and uttered “My Word”
'Help me Papa Teddy Bear' Little teddy Bear cried
With tears in his eyes that he was trying to hide

Gather round everybody for Little Teddy Bears uncertain
what I want to do, is grab hold of that curtain
Walk away from the wall, and then pull it real tight
He looked up at Little teddy Bear, who's face had turned white

“Now jump Little Teddy Bear, Papa Teddy bear cried
Just land on the curtain and down you will slide
The Little Teddy Bear jumped, Barbie’s leg under his arm
And he slid down the curtain, and came to no harm

You've got Barbie’s leg, Pappa Teddy bear said
So the jelly beans yours, the one that is red
He tossed over the bean, which started spinning around
Suddenly little dog he jumped, and he gobbled it down

Papa Teddy bear laughed , his sides nearly burst
He said, little dog’s right, he saw Barbie's leg first
Little Teddy bear looked sad, but only for a while
For when he spied little dog, well he just had to smile