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Worc went out today and found JB. He brought home this poem, and JB is now homeward bound.

The Journey Home

When winter’s spent and spring is nigh,
And bears begin to stir,
They eat their fill of honey fine,
And comb out matted fur.
They step outside and sniff the air,
And scratch upon a tree,
And gazing upward to the sun,
Are thankful to be free.

As young bears know, spring is a time,
When thoughts are full and long,
When what has been and what’s to come,
Resounds in each bird’s song.
How came I here? What is my plan?
Does living have a reason?
Such thinking is a common thing,
In this the wakening season.

And so it was this very spring,
These thoughts came strong to me,
And speaking inward to myself,
I said ‘Its time JB.
Go out into the forest deep,
And ask each creature there,
Where is the place that meaning is?
And where is great sky bear?’

So leaving friends I soon set out,
I knew the path was hard,
But finding Doris, great sky bear,
I had to leave my yard.
I took along some simple things,
To help me pass the time,
The servant’s cell-phone, visa card,
A backpack full with wine.

My plan was simple from the start,
I’d search out Mother bear,
For she is wise and knows all things,
She’d show me sky bear’s lair.
And so I trekked for several days,
Into the woods so deep,
Til finding Mother’s cozy cave,
I found her still asleep.

‘Wake up’ I cried the spring is here,
The weather outside’s fine,
I’ve come to visit for a while,
I even brought some wine.
As Mother bear began to stir,
She looked across at me,
‘Good heavens, look whose come to stay,
It’s my old friend JB.’

We sat and talked the day away,
And shared the deep red wine,
I learned of many things from her,
Things long before my time.
‘But on the matter of the bear,
You say lives in the sky,
I have no wisdom I can give,’
She offered with a sigh.

‘Each bear must make this journey,
And it must be alone,
For every bear is different,
Now, can I use your phone?’
She ordered in some pizza,
And then as we did talk,
Delivery was handled by,
My very good friend Worc.

We slept that night inside her cave,
And waking the next day,
She made me breakfast just before,
I went upon my way.
‘Just one thing more before you go,’
She said as we did part,
‘Sometimes the answers that we seek,
Are right inside our heart.’

I thought on this as I did walk,
The sun hot on my back,
And life about me bursting forth,
All up and down the track.
A bird flew by and sang his song,
A squirrel I did see,
And every living thing I met,
Said, ‘Happy day JB.’

At noon I sat and sipped some wine,
And thought about my life,
My friends back home, and all those here,
All free from any strife.
‘What can I ask that’s more than this?
Does any bear need more?
The right to walk beneath the sun,
A friend to hold his paw.’

I looked along the winding path,
And knew the words were true,
Great Mother Bear had said to me,
The answer is in you.
I gave a little heh heh heh,
Then sat and wrote this poem,
No need to search out anything,
I think I’m heading home.

Heh Heh
JB