A Man We Called Bear Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Man We Called Bear

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Once upon a time I knew a man, we all called him Bear, he
was tall, large, genuine and soft-hearted, loving the U.S.
with all his heart.

Forever singing without a microphone for he had no need of
it with his loud and boisterous voice, always showing his
love and caring to everyone he met in life.

Here at the Wagon Yard, he was especially loved, he would
always be singing patriotic songs, loving our nation, never
turning away.

Always ready to honor our Veterans with songs about sacrifice
and valor, honoring and touching upon the feckless task of
protecting our country, never giving up on it.

Loving being an American, enjoying life, not too long ago,
our Bear was hit crossing the street in front of the Wagon
Yard by a drunk driver.

Now no longer with us here on earth, yet songs of tribute
are now being sung for this wonderful unsung hero that we
all loved and admired so much and will miss forever.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nishank Mehta 02 August 2016

Lovely poem....loved the gentle sprinkling of emotions and compassion all over...touching....

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Kelly Kurt 02 August 2016

A lovely tribute, RoseAnn. We called one of my younger brothers, Bear too

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