Bears Bees Honks and Hoots
Copyright 2011 Harv Sterriker
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Table of Contents
Chapter- 1 -A Wild Goose Story
Chapter- 2 -A Dog in a Race
Chapter- 3 -The Swan and I
Chapter- 4 -The Flubber
Chapter- 5 -Nature’s Scents
Chapter- 6 -Big Jack
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A Wild Goose Story
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I like places where music sounds
And where donkeys bray and where
People stay wrapped- up in
Stories that are alive and
Dwell on subjects like who
Stuck gum on the soles
Of Billie’s feet
While he was in a
Deep-deep sleep.
His feet were hot because he
Had covered up with a
Goose feather blanket since
He insisted on
Living like a big hibernating Bear
That wasn’t even remotely aware
Of what had happened
To the other mother goose
Who flew so near the sun
That the wax melted off
Her wings and she fell
Down-down into the seaweeds
Growing so thick as in a lake
In Michigan where
Some agitated crows
Saw a flock of geese and chased
Them around the lake until
Finally the friendly geese
Flew higher than Icarus ever flew
Because they all had
Tempered feather wings
Like the astronauts flying to
The moon and
Mars who were even
Flashier than a
Speeding comet
So big you could see it fly
Through the air
Like the Pleiades and other
Shooting stars do.
These geese finally found their place
Somewhere in the Constellation
Of Big Bear
Where they had other high adventures.
They are in orbit now
Honk-honk-honking someplace
Beyond where poor Icarus
Flew too near
The sun and lost his feathers.
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A Dog in a Race
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Our dog Carlo was sprawled out
And panting at the front yard gate.
You’d have thought that
By his appearance he
Had done some hard work-
But not the case.
He just wanted to rest. He was
Stretched out and snoozed.
He seldom yipped or growled.
The sun hadn’t even set
But the day’s chores were done.
Our pony, Little Red
Had been watered and fed.
The horses, Maud and Fred
Were frolicking and rolling
Near the storage shed.
Let’s all take an evening ride
It’s not late.
We’ll stop and visit
Relatives a few miles away.
It’s not that far-come on
Get in the car.
Carlo was the first
To excitedly leap
Through the back seat door.
The folks and boys
All piled in behind.
There was a va-room-
Va-rooom-va-roooom.
The old thirty-eight Chevy was
Tuned and roared.
Then the gutsy cruiser
Sped away.
Up old highway twenty-nine.
Everyone was chattering
At the same time.
I fed my pet goose,
Lucy, some corn
And then we played.
I put up sixty-nine bales of hay.
I mended four pairs of pants
Without any pay.
Racing up state highway twenty-nine,
No rain -no fog-no train
To detain us as we sailed along.
Lights were on.
Just cruising with
Our dog, Carlo, in back.
Suddenly-
Faster than you could
Jerk your head
A huge mountain of
Eared corn loomed ahead
In the center of the road.
Too late-
It was a fateful date.
The old thirty-eight
Hit the pile
And climbed to the highest point
And stopped.
Stuck on a mountain top
Of corn on state
Highway twenty-nine.
Dad revved the engine
Again and again.
It roared.
It seemed like we were