Walt Whitman’s Goldilocks

I hear the song of bears, strong bears, family bears.

I hear them sing of porridge, with steam rising from carved bowls.

I hear them sing of walking, on forest paths, past the beasts who hide in invalid fear.

I hear them sing of home, the return home, with hope of perfect breakfast.

I hear them sing of empty bowls of lost dreams.

I hear them sing of broken chairs, of dashed hopes.

I hear them sing of occupied beds, heavy with invading sleep.

And then one last song, a sign of shock, or discovery

And then silence.

And then a song of windows and girls

And then a song of wonder.


About rockcanyon

Rick Walton has worked as a cook in a Mexican restaurant, a secretary, a missionary, an arts administrator, a school teacher, and a computer software writer and designer. But now he has the best job of all–writing for children. He is the author of over eighty books for children. His works include joke books, picture books, a collection of poetry, activity books, a play, mini-mysteries, and educational software. He loves to read, travel, play the guitar, study foreign languages, and write. Rick graduated from Brigham Young University in Spanish, with a Portuguese minor. His wife, Ann, is a computer programmer who has worked for IBM, Novell, and WordPerfect, and who nows works for Rick. They have five children. They live in a hodge-podge house on a secluded lot with a thousand trees, in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. View all posts by rockcanyon

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