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Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood

10/27/12

Bear

Fear is a bear.
He walks the wood
and sways with each step
a slow and lumbering arm
Sets his staff down:

A carven ordeal
of oak and age
Etches gleaming wisdom
of a competent sage.
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