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Another poem
The Bear’s Picnic
The notice on the park gates
Said “Picnic – bring and share”
So I rushed to pack my basket
I’m a picnic sort of bear!
But the first group that I came upon
They wouldn’t speak to me
They huddled close together
So that not an inch was free
One said “No, we are vegans
Who live on lentil stew
That basket might have sausage rolls
We cannot sit with you”.
The next, in deep discussion,
Thought my bonnet looked too quaint.
“Not Zen, or Theravada?
Then one of us, you ain’t”
And every group I found there
Was a club with strictest rules
They didn’t welcome teddy bears
Unbelievers, not-us fools.
I trailed off with my basket,
Big tears falling on my fur,
A caring, sharing teddy bear
But no one would share with her.
Then a big fat chap with earlobes
Said “Please come and join my mates
They’re a nicer bunch of people
And we’re over by the lake.”
I shared curry with a blue man
And his son (an elephant head ???)
And a gentle Jewish carpenter
Had loads of fish and bread
Two old chaps with long beards were great
But wouldn’t eat the pig
So they gave me of their falafel
And I shared a pound of figs!
A lovely Asian lady
Had brought rice cakes for us all
There was food and chat and music
I really had a ball!
Then, as the sun was setting
And I packed my bag to go
They said “Just ignore the others
They really do not know”
So I thanked them for the picnic
Like a well-brought-up young bear
And each one kissed and blessed me
“Blessed be the bears who share”.
The notice on the park gates
Said “Picnic – bring and share”
So I rushed to pack my basket
I’m a picnic sort of bear!
But the first group that I came upon
They wouldn’t speak to me
They huddled close together
So that not an inch was free
One said “No, we are vegans
Who live on lentil stew
That basket might have sausage rolls
We cannot sit with you”.
The next, in deep discussion,
Thought my bonnet looked too quaint.
“Not Zen, or Theravada?
Then one of us, you ain’t”
And every group I found there
Was a club with strictest rules
They didn’t welcome teddy bears
Unbelievers, not-us fools.
I trailed off with my basket,
Big tears falling on my fur,
A caring, sharing teddy bear
But no one would share with her.
Then a big fat chap with earlobes
Said “Please come and join my mates
They’re a nicer bunch of people
And we’re over by the lake.”
I shared curry with a blue man
And his son (an elephant head ???)
And a gentle Jewish carpenter
Had loads of fish and bread
Two old chaps with long beards were great
But wouldn’t eat the pig
So they gave me of their falafel
And I shared a pound of figs!
A lovely Asian lady
Had brought rice cakes for us all
There was food and chat and music
I really had a ball!
Then, as the sun was setting
And I packed my bag to go
They said “Just ignore the others
They really do not know”
So I thanked them for the picnic
Like a well-brought-up young bear
And each one kissed and blessed me
“Blessed be the bears who share”.
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But I was a wee bit miffed when I wrote it that some vegans on another site were being Lord Buddha himself they were so far above everyone else and I found it rather against all the Buddhist principles I have ever read.
So please read it in the spirit it was meant .... and Teddy Bear is my other persona
Well written Knitwitch. They don't let me sit down at their table either. Like you I've wandered from table to table. Clubs are all about rules it seems.
Nowadays I lie on the grass and watch the sky
Namaste
Kris
Fantastic! Here - have a look in my picnic basket while I spread the table-cloth on the ground. Sod 'em all - we can have a picnic on our own ... anyone joining us?
Well, don't mind if I do. Is that a Narnia book I see in the basket? Fellow Narnian myself. Have you got anything by Ursula Le Guin in there? Was thinking of her Earthsea stuff. You see I harbour a notion that you hail from those isles.
I'm almost sure it's not Gont or those Karg domains... :winkc:
These days I tend to live on the edge of the Wild Woods, not far from the riverbank with my friends Ratty, Mole, Badger, Otter and Toad (don't tell anyone but I am actually married to Mr Toad) but I go back to Narnia for the Centaur convention every year.
Lucky you. I'm currently stuck in the wood between the worlds trying out one pool after another and just getting wet feet. It's very quiet here, just a peacock watching me with mild disapproval.
It doesn't help that I lost the ring - it's my fault, sloppy you see. I keep imagining that I'm hearing voices further off but when I go to check there's no one there. Still, it's warm and time seems to be stood still.
Running out of puddles to jump in to though...
Look at the pool next to the peacock. Count three forward, three to the left and then two forward again. Go to that one, recite the name of the Horse in the Horse and his Boy three times and jump.
But it does rather depend where you are trying to get to .......
Loved that poem, witty Knitty. Got me a little choked up...
I'll drink to that....;)
Oh don't mention my uncle! Bother him and his pointless instructions! No, I shouldn't say that should I? He got me here in the first place (gratitude). It's just that this place makes me forget things. Now I remember that there were two rings, not one.
He went to great lengths to tell me how to use them correctly and I must confess I never have. Now I may be trying to shift the blame - but those rings seem to have 'lost themselves'. At any rate I didn't notice them go, and I really should be concerned about my lack of concern, but I don't seem to be able to be. I've been told that for anyone who really wants them, they do reappear... I know uncle would be livid, he spent years working on them.
Not much happens here but I dozed off and in a dream the peacock spoke to me. He told me that I was born between the worlds (whatever that means). Perhaps there's nowhere for me to go? In any case when I woke up and directly asked the peacock if it were true he gave me a look as if to say "think what you imagine silly boy, peacocks don't talk do they?".
Oh well, time for me to wander off and look for another puddle. Apparently there is one called Annwn that I should avoid at all costs...
The rings were yellow and green and I think they are in your pocket lining, where the hole is but you will find them when you need them.
But my motto is "if you are happy where you are, why move?"
Perhaps they are...
...now where did I leave my coat?
A very good motto IMHO and one I've always strictly adhered to whilst moving around from place to place
Namaste
Nuckin Futter (Mr.)
In my own experience - when it is time to move on, one is told, quite firmly by the Management and there is usually no option. In which case, move on cheerfully, wondering what lovely surprises are in store!
Quite seriously - even when I HAVEN'T wanted to move but circumstances demanded it, I have been astonished by how good life was in the new place. Rather like the health food nut who died and went to heaven and wished he'd smoked and drunk and eaten junk food because he would have got there so much earlier.
Mrs Nucking Futter
Very true. It's what I've also noticed.
Palzang
Hey, so I did hear something! It's not just my imagination. Thank goodness - I thought I was going mad.