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.