I was running and keeping pace,
when up on a hill I saw a special place.
One I had seen and recognized,
It even fit and the perfect size.
This place on the hill set under the leaves,
in hidden brush and comfort sleeves.
Hills and branches and rocks and cliffs
wind so cold and trees that shift.
Leaves piled high and much debris’
but still revealed this place to me.
I wondered if that I should knock,
to say hello would be such a shock.
This place where no one dared to go,
this pooh’s place was hidden so…
to allow the passerby’s to see
a believer of this Pooh’s Place’; me.
Copyrighted: 2002 CMM