|
Skipping
down a country lane,
On just a normal day,
A little boy of eight years old,
Was happy as he played.
His puppy
ran along beside,
(He'd follow anywhere),
And then around the second curve,
They met up with a bear.
The bear
was startled and surprised,
And frozen in its tracks,
The little boy of eight years old,
Just stood there staring back.
And then
it raised up straight and tall,
And gave an awful cry,
The little boy was terrified,
And knew that he would die.
He
thought of Mom and Dad at home,
And how they would be hurt,
To lose the only son they had,
And lay him in the dirt.
He never
even noticed that,
His dog had run ahead,
To rescue him from certain death,
And now it lay there dead.
The dog
had scared the bear away,
And by its actions died,
The little boy of eight years old,
Just held his dog and cried.
Today he
walks that country lane,
Although he's growing old,
But still that puppy walks with him,
Or so the story's told.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
|
