Where the Rabbits Run

By William Carson

Bill Carson weaves a verbal tapestry that takes you now to then and back again with an occasional look at tomorrow. This book is for boys of all ages. The girls will like it too. ...I started life as a child. -B.C.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781642997163

Book preview

Moving Right Along

Once upon a time

Far away,

In a land

Long ago

I started life as a child.

I’m now old enough

To remember yesteryear,

Still young enough to cherish

Today,

And hopefully, wise enough

To dream of a brighter tomorrow.

WM Carson

Cross the Stream

The road that led to Grandma’s house

Was a dusty, graveled thing,

And just before you got there,

You had to cross a stream.

When Father drove the car through

The water splashed so high

That rainbows formed in fleeting mist

The moment we went by.

But there was something about that stream

That scared me night and day.

I dreamed that gentle stream would flood

And carry me away.

Now a neighbor came to Grandma’s house

To visit for awhile,

And just before she had to leave

She turned to me and smiled.

"You can ride with me in my new car

And pick up Grandma’s mail."

It really wasn’t very far,

It was just across the dale.

I went, but coming back I thought,

I have to cross that stream,

And every dusty step I took

Brought back memories of the dream.

So I couldn’t cross that gentle stream

No matter how I tried.

I sat down in the dusty road

Defeated, and I cried.

Then I heard my Grandma call

And I wiped my face all dry.

I couldn’t let my Grandma see

My face all wet from cry.

So I hitched up my britches,

And I stuck out my chin,

And walking to the creek bank

Not stopping, plunged right in.

I did not stop walking

Until I reached the other side.

I wonder now just how that stream

Could have seemed so very wide.

Grandma hugged and kissed me so

Why, I’ll never know.

You’d have thought that I was twelve years old

Instead of only four.

Now Grandma’s gone these many years

Though she stands in memory,

And I, I was her little man

Who had waded cross the stream.

Little Lesson on How to Act When Someone Pats You on the Back

Won’t you come into my parlor,

Said the spider to the fly,

Smiling sweetly as he said it,

"Please don’t you pass me by.

You cut quite a figure

With the outfit you have on.

Come on in, sit by the fire."

Old fly didn’t like his tone

Of voice, but then the old fly reasoned

That the spider was sincere;

If he could like the cut of the fly’s new suit

Then he had to be a friend.

I’ll come in and warm myself, said the fly,

And, you, please tell me more.

Smiling spider took the old fly’s arm

And slowly closed the door.

Flattery, oh Lord, flattery,

There’s no fool like an old fool

That’s been fooled by flattery.

If you’re taking more than giving,

You’d better watch, my friend,

Because while your hands are taking,

You might be taken in.

"Why, spider, you look beautiful,

I just sit here feeling blue.

My hair is always such a mess,

I wish I looked like you;

And what’s that pen you’re wearing?

It’s the grandest sight I’ve seen;

Won’t you come a little closer,

It’s the grandest color green, and you

Can see that I am harmless,

I’m so old; my life is spent."

Now the spider with the fly inside felt very confident.

The spider thought, "This old frog talks too much,

But what harm for a look?"

When the spider thought to think again

Old spider had been took.

Flattery, oh Lord, flattery,

There’s no fool like an old fool

That’s been fooled by flattery.

If you’re taking more than giving,

You’d better watch, my friend,

Because while your hands are taking,

You might be taken in.

Why, frog, we need a voice like yours,

Said the black and gray raccoon.

"Someone to sing out bass for us

That can really sing a tune.

You’ve got the best bass voice

I’ve heard, for miles and miles around;

I say that it’s the best bass voice,

That I have ever found. So won’t

You sing a little tune for me

I can’t believe my ears."

The coon’s like of good bass music

Seemed to quieten old frog’s fears.

The frog bellowed out a bass note

That shook waters all around.

The old frog thought, "Why this raccoon’s

The best friend I have ever found."

Flattery, oh Lord, flattery,

There’s no fool like an old fool

That’s been fooled by flattery.

If you’re taking more than giving,

You’d better watch, my friend,

Because while your hands are taking,

You might be taken in.

"Why, raccoon, you look good today,

I say you look most handsome."

The old coon dog sat very still,

And the old coon dog looked dumb.

"I wish I looked as smart as you,

But I know I never will. So

Come on up and sit beside me,

And we’ll laugh and talk a spell."

Raccoon smiled back at old coon dog

Because he knew the coon dog’s tricks.

Raccoon said, "I’m sorry, coon dog,

But you’re not the kind of friend

I’d pick to sit here in the sunshine

And pass the time of day.

Raccoon