Petey the Polar Bear

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Petey the Polar Bear

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On a blistery night at the top of the world
Snow blew around, it dipped and it twirled
While a lone polar bear named Petey sat still
But with his fur coat did not catch a chill

You may not see him as he could blend right in
With thick white fur from his feet to his chin
But right on the center of his forehead he wore
A red and green jewel with sparkles galore

His ancestors came north and fell in love with the snow
So they stayed in the arctic not wanting to go
They used icebergs as surfboards or slid on them to skate
Petey’s favorite of games which he thought was just great

When the northern lights reflected back from the sea
Petey’s family would prance around spinning with glee
They’d make two large circles and weave in and out
A polar bear square dance there can be no doubt

With their claws they would cut ice in the shape of a stone
Heaving them in the air watching how far they were thrown
Playing a game of Shot Put they each loved to do
Keeping score with their fingers and their toes sometimes too

They might lie on their back and take long restful naps
With snow piled high and deep on the polar ice caps
And then bathe in the ocean and shake hard to dry off
It may look quite funny but try not to scoff

The next time it snows and you see flakes falling down
Think of Petey and his polar bear town
And the jewel on his forehead with fur all of white
Even dreaming of him as you sleep through the night

                                            -Written by Rose McFarland

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A Rainy Afternoon Train Ride

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Little Village with Train

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It’s been raining all week and I’m stuck inside
So I decided to make an indoor train ride
Down in the basement where there’s lots of room
First I swept it clean with an old wood broom

Now that it’s clear and the floor’s all neat
I walk a straight line and pace it off with my feet
Just how much room I’ll need for all my tracks
Then I pull down my train set off of the racks

Spreading out the tracks and placing them just right
Some going straight will others turn with a slight
Curve to the left before climbing up a hill
I made with some cardboard with all of my skill

Using popsicle sticks I will make some walls
And a roof for the top but it’s got to be tall
It’s a covered bridge that is high enough
For my train to go through, it’s built really tough

My Locomotive is shiny and super strong
It must be to pull all the cars a long
I’ve got box cars, flat cars, a tanker and caboose
They must hitch together snugly, not one can be loose

Then of course I need my black conductors cap
It’s got a strong bill and tall crown that I like to tap
Calling all aboard I announce it’s time to leave
I’m so convincing I almost start myself to believe

Riding through the countryside with the wind against my face
As the wheels go click, click, I’m not trying to race
Someday I drive a real train because it’s been my lifelong dream
To ride the rails and toot the horn as my engine puffs with steam

                                                -Written by Rose McFarland

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Under the Big Top

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Circus Tents

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You’ll never guess what I’m watching now
Not TV, a video game but a tall dancing cow
I’m under the Big Top and thrilled to no end
Cause I’m at the circus with Jesse my friend

Twenty clowns want to get in one car
And once they do, they can drive pretty far
It cracks me up all the tricks that they do
With painted faces and a ratted up hairdo

Ring Master Dance

© Bob Jagendorf,flickr

I like how the spot light will circle the tent
While dramatic music leads in the next big event
The Ring Master dressed in a bright suit and tie
Announces a trapeze artist, we all look to the sky

Holding our breath we watch her in awe
As she swings through the air without even a flaw
So graceful she twirls and flies through mid air
It must be a thrill being so high way up there

Then the tightrope walker comes out on the rope
With a very long pole which helps him to cope
With balancing firmly as he walks very slow
First one step then another from heel then to toe

Juggler

© Stephen Quinn,flickr

There’s jugglers, magicians and animals too
This is just so much fun maybe better than the zoo
And that’s just inside but there’s more all around
Now to tour all the booths to see what can be found

                                            -Written by Rose McFarland

 

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The Last Camping Trip

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Camping Tent at Night

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We’ve packed the car and are ready to go
On the last camping trip ‘fore the coming of snow
There’s so much stuff it’s hard to fit
Inside the car, where will I sit

We’ll pitch the tent with cords and some stakes
We must be fast and not take lots of breaks
As it has to be finished before it gets dark
Oh, what was that sound, a coyote’s loud bark

Then we gather stuff for a campfire tonight
And circle the pit with stones placed just right
I love to roast marshmallows on a long stick
Not get them too brown, is a really neat trick

Roasting Marshmallows on a Campfire

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Tomorrow we’ll hike and pick up bits of wood
Exploring the trails at the base of Mount Hood
There will be waterfalls, canyons with a hidden lake too
We’ll never get bored with so much to do

I might see a Bear, a Raccoon or a Doe
So close that they could be within a stones throw
It’s better to watch from a good distance away
As this is they’re land and so I will not stay

What if we find some caves in the hill
I learned never to enter but just seeings a thrill
And wondering what inside can be found
Are there bats, or snakes or gemstones so round

My favorite of all comes when the sun goes on down
Then we snuggle in blankets as we all sit around
Telling scarey ghost stories we make up as we go
It’s so spookily fun, just the best, don’t you know

                                              -Written by Rose McFarland

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