F.2 Poem - Boys
The Last Bear by Richard Edwards

The last bear left, the last bear left,
The last bear left, that’s me –
No other bears in all the world
To keep me company.

I climb the hills of summer,
I wade the empty streams,
I fatten up in autumn,
Winter’s a cave of dreams.

My dreams are full of playing
And tumbling in a heap
With twenty other happy bears,
But then I wake from sleep,

And yawn and stretch and scratch
And search the woods once more –
No bear-scent on the north wind,
No trace of pad or paw.

The last bear left, the last bear left,
The last bear left, that’s me –
No other bears in all the world
To keep me company.

 

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