The Polar Bear’s Story

Papa Polar Bear
Have You Any News of the Iceburg
by Les Barker

On a cold rainy night on a Liverpool quayside
In the year before the Great War
The crowd was in shock at the loss of Titanic;
So proud had they been the day before.

Relatives gathered for news of their loved ones,
To read through the list of the dead,
When into the throng came a sad-eyed old polar bear
And to the clerk at the counter, he
said

Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
Mama and the kids
My wife and my children were coming from Greenland 
To be by my side in the zoo;
Belinda's my wife, and the eldest's is called Bernard,
And Billy, well he's only two.


I know on the ship there were hundreds of people
And I know the iceburg's not yours...
The polar bear's eyes held the start of his teardrops
And he covered his face with his paws.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.


It's been over a year since I last saw my children.
I left home to build my career;
I've worked very hard; I'm a star in the circus;
It's all been for nothing, I fear.
Circus poster
That's my face on the poster; we're in town this week;
My children were meeting me here.
Everyone watched as he struggled to speak,
As his paw brushed away one more tear.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.

By now all the people had gathered beside him;
His grief was one they could share.
The people around him, in silence and sadness,
Listened to the sad polar bear.

I wanted my children to see me performing
And Belinda, she would have been proud;
At last lost for words, and his tears flowing freely,
The question was asked of the crowd.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.

Water….

water ebbs
water flows
over fingers
over toes
it washes your face
it cleanses your soul
leaving a trace
making you whole
it swims through your mind
it tickles your feet
it makes you smile
at those you meet
I love it
as water
I love it
as ice
water
it waters the world
making
everything right

French Frys…..

A little bowls of french frys……
There he sits
With his frys
As I
Contently, stare
Into his eyes.

I swipe a fry.
He does not know
Where I sit
Or where
I go.

We all have our niche.
Maybe, we have discovered a ditch!
Or maybe, on a broom, we have seen
A WITCH!

Or prehaps
Those are my thoughts
Are my thoughts
My thoughts
I think.

I am putting to bed,
The thoughts in my head.
As they will keep
As I slumber
To sleep.

As I walk through this forest
All alone.



Maria Tuttle
A gigantic bag of french frys!

Summer Time

Hydrangeas, Yarrow, and Milkweed
Just a little bit of sunshine 
Just a little bit of rain
Lots and lots of love
And our garden
Is happy again.
Whites and blues
Their faces are blooming 
Their stems tall and straight
Swaying with the breeze
In our little piece of Eden
Doing as they please.
Lilies in red and shades of white.
If people could be flowers
Instead of ivory towers
What a peaceful place
Our world would be.
Boxes of daisy’s