Whenever I run errands for my mom
And have to walk through places big and wide,
I never worry and I’m always calm,
Because I have my best friend by my side.
He runs ahead to see the path is clear,
Then rushes back and circles once around.
He gives a little bark as he draws near;
It’s such a welcome, happy little sound.
One day I took a short-cut through the trees
And lost my way within the shaded wood.
But then my best friend found the way with ease,
And led me home as quickly as he could.
I never want to lose my way again,
And so I’ll always stay by my best friend.
Posts Tagged ‘Friend’
My Best Friend
Monday, October 6th, 2008Blind Man’s Buff
Monday, October 6th, 2008
Blind Man's Buff
I know he’s here I heard him laugh out loud
Which way, I wonder? Left? Or maybe right?
I know he’s here; he’s here within this crowd
I wish this blindfold wasn’t quite so tight
If I put out my hand, will he be there?
If I could only get a tiny peek
He’s here. I know he’s here. He’s here somewhere
He’s in the open, still I have to seek
Who made this game? It isn’t very fun
They say just touch whoever you can find
But I say no, I’m only after one
I’ve locked it down; you’ll never change my mind
Then to my mind a thought comes suddenly:
When it’s his turn, he’ll only seek for me!
My Big Umbrella
Monday, October 6th, 2008
My Big Umbrella
I have an old umbrella, big and black;
I carry it in storms of rain or snow.
It keeps me dry in front and dry in back,
And so I always take it when I go.
When all the trees have dropped their leaves at last
And offer no protection from the storm.
When snow is falling, heavy, wet and fast,
My big umbrella keeps me dry and warm.
And if I’m ever walking down your street
When winter snow is keeping you inside.
Or if you fear the cold and driving sleet,
Don’t let it get you down or make you hide.
Just call my name, then come and walk along
Beneath my big umbrella, broad and strong.
Umbrella
Waiting
Monday, October 6th, 2008
Waiting
I wait and wait and wait and wait some more;
I wish my friend would come so we could play.
I wait and wait and wait; it’s such a bore
And such an awful way to spend the day.
I sit and wait but nothing seems to change
Except the sun, which moves across the sky
I sit and wait; it seems a little strange
To sit and watch the day go slowly by.
I think of all the games I might have played
And all the books I think I could have read.
I think of building, things I might have made
And all the waiting I have done instead.
So while there’s still at least a little sun
I’ll go outside and have a little fun.