Polar Bear Poem by Denis Martindale

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...