Childrens Book-Adventure #6-Mike E. Meanderer Meets: Robbie The Stranded Raccoon Poem by Christine K. Trease

Today with the sun shining bright in the sky,
I set out on my footpath again.
I was feeling this specially adventuresome,
and waiting to meet the new friend.

As I walked down a little cobblestone path
that leads from my house to everywhere,
I thought of the forest of wishes and dreams,
and thought, Maybe to day I would go there.

I felt in my pocket for my cherished tick tock,
and with trusty old compass in hand,
I took off to the north to the forest,
wandering ‘cross the land.

All in the distance I spied it,
the forest of wishes and dreams.
Many long hours I had spent their,
planning and plotting my schemes

It seemed like it took me forever
to arrive at the forests dark edge
my heart pounded quick with excitement
as I stood peering over the ledge.

The first friend I met here was a buzz bee,
forest creatures don’t like to be seen.
They scurry and hide in the shadow’s,
they think that at all people are mean.

I entered the forest on tippy tip toe
so that no one would know I’d arrived.
There I saw a little Buzz, my busy be friend,
humming around by his hive.

I quietly crept up, and to his surprise,
I startled him, saying his name.
I asked, “Good friend Buzz, how are you today? ”
He said, “Mike E. I’m glad that you came.”


My very good friend is caught in a trap
by the tippiest tip of his tail.
I cannot bear to see him engulfed in its jaws,
Or hearing him moan and wail.

Could you please help him, as quickly as quick,
before trappers come back and he’s caught?
If you could just free his tail from the trap,
it surely would help him a lot.”

I asked what direction, he pointed, I ran,
I fought my way through the thick brush.
I could not give up now, I couldn’t slow down,
to help him I surely must rush.

So deeper and deeper into my own,
deeper on into the trees,
and what I saw next was a sight to behold,
A sight no one else would believe.

I saw this small creature, a bandit of sorts,
he had and striped tail and the mask.
He told me, “ My name is Robbie Raccoon, ”
before I could even asked.

I told him we must free his tail from the trap,
Or the trappers would take him alive,
But they wouldn’t keep him at home for a pet,
all they wanted was his HIDE.

My heart pounded faster, my fingers did tremble,
and Robbie began to wail.
“Oh little boy, help me fast as you can,
Please help me to free my tail.”

I tugged and I pulled, and finally at last,
the jaws of the trap opened wide,
and they’re in the deepest dark forest,
this creature stood at my side.

I asked him if he were a robber.
He laughed in my face right out loud.
“ Why no, I am only a little raccoon,
and of that I am very proud.

Look at my fine tail so fluffy,
gaze at my beautiful mask,
see with what grace and devotion
I carry out every task, ”

With that, up the pine tree he scurried,
he danced his way out on a limb.
He waved with both arms as he barely hung on,
I was scared half to death for him

So I hollered, “Your point is well taken,
your agility has me in awe.”
Then he ran down the tree and he offered,
his little grey raccoonie paw.


We shook, and I told him, “Thanks Robbie,
your high wire act made my day.”
He nodded his head in agreement,
saluted, then scurried away,

I felt for my trusty old compass,
my watch showed the time had flown,
so out of the forest I made my way,
all by myself, alone.

I back-tracked from pasture to pasture
and found my way onto the path.
At home I knew mama was waiting
with a warm meal and a nice bath.

And as my little feet drug me
down the long path all alone,
I knew that I always would love this path
from everywhere to my home.