Max Michelson

From “Winds of March”

MILES and miles you traveled.

A wise brown bear

Rode you on his back;

Then a bird hopped along

Or flew in front and explained;

And a stone sent a bearded one

With a book.

In your small warm nest you heard

Bells rung delicately; and strange calls.

We built you a little house.

We hung up a sun and a moon,

And stars like apples.

The walls we painted red and blue.

We spread out carpets of Bagdad.

And three glasses with sweet wine

We stood in a corner.