Polar Bear

Was it just fate he posed right there, That Polar Bear I saw? Then at his own domain to stare, Not hoping for much more? Upon a frozen mountain peak, To see his world below, Mid temperatures so cold and bleak, The likes that few could know? Yet I was there, nearby, unseen, I saw what he could see, An outstretched landscape, pure, pristine, Reflecting majesty... He saw his home, while I saw land, He saw his life ahead, I saw a vacant void God planned And yearned my home instead... The bear thought it was Paradise, The place where he was born, To me, a giant block of ice That made me feel forlorn... While he was glad to live and stay, I saw no need to roam, Except to leave, to walk away, Back to my own warm home... Denis Martindale December 2016. A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford wildlife painting. Google search phrases for gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...