In the middle of the forest
There is a boy
Looking after a teddy bear
There is not a sound
He is crouched
Wondering what to do
For the teddy bear
Has lost its leg
And tears fall down his face
Sewing the leg back on
The teddy bear now whole
He thinks; I must go to sewing school
And off to sewing school he goes
Learning, toiling, late nights
Hitting the books, tests, libraries
Meeting others who sew
Forever striving, to helping
Teddy bears in the moonlight
Taking its time,
Learning bit by bit, the cotton
The needle and the yarn
And finally on graduation
From the sewing school
He realises
It is time to sew again
In the middle of the forest
There is a boy
Looking after a teddy bear
There is not a sound
Sometimes a piece of paper means nothing. My first experience with work, I was dumbfounded at how much they don't actually teach you.
