In Sussex the woods house a bear
in Devon bookshops occupy my mind
His name is Pooh - with friends
in store and in the woods
Ever mindful there is Christopher
who scampers between simple pleasures
well-mannered yet surreal
In the woods their kinship grows
like a leaf upon a tree
Yet when walking stairs
Pooh drags his feet
plodding as he goes
Without the woods or Christopher
he'd never be on show
And when in bed he's just a bear
and Christopher just a boy
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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