Heyday in the Mayday

Blog Heyday in the Mayday

Guest Blogger Terry Lindberg, Children’s Reading Place Reader In Residence

What happened this summer? Well not much you see…except for the black bear that climbed up our tree! Bear, over there, beware, take care, scare, say a prayer…love affair!

For as long as I can remember (which is a long time now!), my brain has connected words together in rhymes. Something about the repetition of similar sounding words appeals to me. I am not certain where this pattern came from, but a contributor may have been my love of Dr. Seuss books as a child. Rolling silly rhymes around on my tongue, engaged my playful, childlike imagination and kept my interest.

“When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle, THIS is what they call…a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!” – Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss

If you repeat the above Seussical rhyme as quickly as you can (try it!), it is the kind of tongue-twister that can’t help but put a smile on your face! Perhaps some people think or daydream in colour and others in black and white, but I think and dream in rhymes.

This summer a black bear discovered the berries in the Mayday tree in our Canmore backyard, and spent several mornings and evenings climbing up in the branches to strip them of berries. As we watched the bear with fascination, my brain began tossing out words and linking them in rhyme.

Here is the result from my bear-stimulated brain:

Heyday in the Mayday

Bear in the yard!
Having a heyday
Gorging on berries
Way up in the Mayday

Sleek and bat black
Shaking the tree
Pulling down branches
A foraging spree

How does he perch
On haunches up high
Never once tumble

Straight out of the sky?

Banging our pots and
Yelling “Hey Bear”!
Will not bring him down
From his lofty new lair

Perhaps when his tummy’s
Beginning to burst
He’ll need to come down
To slake his deep thirst?

Then with a crash he’ll
Fall through the branches
Amble away
Not taking more chances!

After about a week the black bear left our tree, headed back to the woods and a cacophony of birds stripped the remaining berries. Watching the birds attempt to fly after feeding on fermented fruit became our next source of amusement.

Fortunately, returning from Canmore to the magical Children’s Reading Place did not lead to bear-withdrawal symptoms. To the contrary, thanks to Michelle Austen, a talented local artist and author, we simply traded our outside bear for a sloth of inside bears.

Her latest children’s art story book, “Adventures of Wilde- A Sense of Wonder”, follows the bear cub Wilde as he makes new friends and discoveries in the Rocky Mountains. Colourful paintings of Wilde’s adventures adorn the living room or “wonder room”. Make sure you come visit Wilde soon before he departs for hibernation! Hmm…I wonder if Wilde and our Canmore bear hibernate together; tucked in a cozy, mountain den, taking turns reading silly rhymes to each another?

So, as the days get shorter, here is my dare, make up some rhymes to laugh and to share!

Yours in Rhyme,
Terry Terry Banana-bo-berry,
Reader in Residence