Christopher Robin’s Last Great Adventure: Oh Pooh!!!


Christopher Robin ran to play
and skipped because he could,
to find his waiting friends within
The Hundred Acre Wood.
So many memories that he held
of games in childhood days,
adventures teaching many things
beheld in games he plays.

At Pooh Corner he did stop,
of Pooh there was no sign,
he sighed because no one was there
‘Where are those friends of mine?’
With heavy heart he walked back home
and sat in his old chair
and took the mirror from the shelf
to see his face in there.

The face within had hair of white,
with skin so loose and lined,
for Christopher Robin had grown up
and left poor Pooh behind.
He carried all his friends within
his heart as time had passed,
and told his children of them all
in tales that weren’t surpassed.

A tear that rested on his cheek
as sorrow rose to climb.
‘I wish that I could see my friends,
just one more final time’
So he stood and climbed the stairs
and snuggled up in bed,
closed his eyes and sighed out loud
to rest his weary head.

The Heffalumps and Woozles sang
and friends sat round for tea
with hunny pots and sticky fur
as Tigger bounced with glee.
He dreamed and smiled of youth again,
‘til something touched his hand
and woke him from his happy dream,
but soon he’d understand.

His friends had gathered round his bed
to visit him and see,
the friend they’d lost so long ago,
who’d held their memory.
Someone heard his wish that night,
and granted him his dream,
to visit friends from childhood days,
upon his conscious stream.

Pooh said ‘My you’ve grown so old
with cotton candy hair’
Rabbit tutted ‘Don’t be rude,
just show him you still care’
Owl nodded, Eeyore sighed
and Tigger bounced with Roo,
Piglet nervously approached
and smiled as old friends do.

And so they all climbed on the bed
and hugged their dear old friend,
who held them tight with joyful tears
of love that has no end.
So much he wished to say to them,
so much he wished to share
about how much he’d missed them all,
coz friends like these were rare.

Then Pooh said ‘Let’s play outside,
just like we did before
and find adventures all around
and through the woods explore’
Christopher Robin laughed and smiled
‘Oh Pooh Bear, I’m too old
to play the games we used to play
and live the tales we told’

Rabbit frowned ‘Oh dear, oh dear,
that’s simply not the case’
and held the mirror up for him
to see his youthful face.
‘It seems you have grown young again,
adventures wait outside,
so let’s go out and greet the dawn
and play where we reside’

Pooh Bear knew adventures wait
around the forest routes
as Christopher Robin smiled and then
pulled on his big black boots.
And so they all leapt from the bed
to play in woods sublime,
and waved goodbye unto the house,
they’d left that final time.

You see he passed away that night,
a smile upon his face,
from something lost so long ago
he’d found his happy place.
Forever playing with his friends
that made him feel so good,
chasing childhood dreams within
The Hundred Acre Wood.