Lost was i within the snowy landscape of the Alaskan wilderness,

Crashed did i my plane into the chilly waters, lucky to be alive.

Made my way from the water, freezing, a few items salvaged,

Matches sealed in a bag were at this moment my only friend.

Managed with a lot of work to get a small fire going under a tree,

Cold and alone i wondered what would become of me, tired am i.

Starting to drift into sleep, cracking of branches startled me,

When i looked up, appeared to my eyes fear, a bear silently standing there.

I couldn’t move, the bear just stared, turned and walked away,

This can’not be as it must be a dream, what does this mean.?

Sleep did visit me, when i awoke i was not scared, a fish lay at my feet,

In the distance the bear watched me, i cooked then ate, he walked away.

I noticed his path the same way, he roared out as if speaking to me,

I was not afraid as i followed him up the hill, he stared and then disappeared,

In front of me, over the hill sat a town alive with people, the bear.

Keith Garrett