By Love of George

by Granny Vee

This poem recounts an incident during the French and Indian War of which George Washington himself wrote.  It shows  forth his bravery and willingness to sacrifice himself for others.   More details may be found in the book George Washington’s Sacred Fire by Peter A. Lillback.

By Love of George

Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” (John 15:14)

They hadn’t yet all received the word that the enemy had run

They were marching towards a battle but the battle had been won

There before them was their own vanguard who were their very brothers

But from afar and in the dusk, they could not identify each other

Rifles lifted and took aim and fatal shots rained down

From ‘friendly fire’ bodies fell to the sullen ground.


Now some soon saw that both the flanks were of the selfsame side

But only George, without a thought to his own safety, took the fearless ride

His driving intent was to prevent more loss and he would need to dare

To go between the lines of fire, with bullets flying everywhere!


His sword unsheathed, upon his horse amidst fireballs he came

Boldly, he whacked the rifles up – off their misplaced aim

To the effect that bullets sailed off harmless into air!

So the lives of many soldiers, by love of George, were spared.


Yes, Washington, he saved the day and by Providential grace

George himself escaped unharmed, other mighty fights to face.

He was miraculously protected by the Great Almighty’s hand

Who had chosen him to fight the fight for freedom in this land

This brave young man of courageous heart had great tasks yet to be

For George was destined by the Lord to lead the charge for liberty!


(C) 4th of July, 2011 CAVenable


Destined = coming about through a plan

Flank = side or wing

“Friendly fire” = a term for shots coming from one’s own forces hitting accidentally one’s own

Sullen = gloomy

Providential = advantageous, here referring to God’s hand bring the advantage!

Providence = a common term in colonial times for God and God’s will

Unsheathed = pulled out of its covering

Vanguard = advance guard or front line

The Habits of This Rabbit



by Buttons the Bunny


I like to slip-slide down my ol’ bunny hole

I hippity-hop when I go for a stroll

I jiggle my jambs and I wiggle my nose

I like to jump, jump where the green grass grows.


I have an odd habit of bobbin’ my head

I collect buttons and bounce on my bed

I fiddle a fiddle with no fiddle there

But whatever I do, I do it with flare!


I dawdle and doodle and dance with a mop

I bugle and bellow and blow bubbles in pop

I chuckle and chortle at jokes that aren’t funny

But I hope you’ll still think me one charming bunny!


I dart among bushes and dangle from trees

I ask for more berries, and always say “please”

I twiddle and tumble and twist, twist my ears

But I’m hopeful and happy and full of good cheer!


I try to act rightly whatever I do

I try to speak kindly and politely, too

I share my carrots and eat all the rest

I think on good things and hope for the best


These are the habits of this rabbit

For me, they’re not strange

These are the habits of this rabbit

Who’d want me to change?


Granny Vee says, “I wouldn’t want you to change, Buttons!   I love you just the funny way you are!”

(C) 2008 CAVenable

The Great, Grey Kangaroo


Way down yonder, in the land Down Under

On the road less traveled, a rabbit met a true wonder.

Having wandered and wandered, a tired rabbit sat down under

A New Caledonian Yew, a New Caledonian Yew.



In the shade of this yew, the rabbit took a little nap

Then all of a sudden, he heard something go “Whap!”

He woke up to find a thick tail upon his lap

And heard a voice booming, “Who are you? Who are you?”


The bunny, he got goose bumps and creepy, heeby-jeeves

His eyes grew wide with wonder. It was not easy to believe

That tail was the appendage of a beast chewing on yew leaves.

It was a great, Great Grey Kangaroo!  A great, Great Grey Kangaroo!




“Who are you?” the deep, deep voice resounded once again

“May I ask what you are doing? Are you foe or are you friend?

You’re sitting in my spot. My home I must defend.

Strangers here, I don’t take kindly to, don’t take kindly to.”


The bunny feared and shuddered. He’s so big and I’m so small.

Does it matter if I sit here? thought the bunny so appalled!

The hare summoned his courage and stood up straight and tall

I’ll tell that kangaroo a thing or two, a thing or two!


Then quick as a bunny, the rabbit thought the situation through

Should I anger such a beast? Will he make of me a rabbit stew?

After all, this is his space. I can see his point of view.

So the bunny uttered sweetly, “So sorry, Mr. Roo.  So sorry, Mr. Roo.


Why, I’m just a friendly bunny, of course, and I might add,

I didn’t mean by sitting here to make you so, so mad.

I took a short siesta, a little nap just for a tad

But as you can plainly see, my snooze is through, my snooze is through.”


The roo was stunned. “Perhaps I was too quick to jump (no pun do I intend)

Nor were my hasty words meant to thoughtlessly offend.

Let’s take it from the start again and start off as good friends.

After all, I am a Great Grey Kangaroo!  A Great Grey Kangaroo!


And I’m really rather lonely here. I’m glad that we did meet

Are you hungry, bunny? Would you care for a bite to eat?

There are the yew leaves, they’re quite tasty. Or if you’d like a yummy treat

I’ll make for us, some gooey cheese fondue, cheese fondue.  ”



The cheese fondue was scrumptious, so much so they licked their plates

And they both agreed how great it was to meet by such good fate

Then just for fun and some good sport, though it was getting rather late

The two paddled down the river by canoe, by canoe!


So from that time and ever after, these two buddies they would meet

They found they had much in common, more than just their jumping feet

They liked to talk, hop, canoe, but most of all, to eat.

The bunny and the Great Grey Kangaroo

They shared a lot of meals  …  of cheese fondue!

© 2008 CAVenable



Ode to the Dodo Bird

Ode to the Dodo Bird


Oh, once upon a time

On an island far away

Lived a bird funny-looking and distinct.

But sadly for all time

His kind has passed away

The bad news is the bird is now extinct.

Sailors landed, unaware

That the birds they clubbed were rare

In this, the men were all quite foresightless.

Their dogs found easy prey

Dodos couldn’t get away

These funny-looking birds were somewhat flightless.

Never more can he be

Never more will we see

This wobbling bird who once on earth abode.

Never more will we hear

His squawk or song of cheer

So remember him forever in this ode.


© 2007 CAVenable


distinct = different

extinct = no longer existing

prey = a hunted animal

foresightless =  not looking ahead; not careful to consider the future

abode = lived



“May I please?” “Would you please?”

That’s the way to ask a favor.

“May I please?” “Would you please?”

That’s the way of a good neighbor.

It’s the wishing word, you see

“Please” is like a golden key

It opens doors. It gets attention.

Then it’s time to pose your question.

It opens doors of hearts to hear

Then add a smile for more good cheer


© CAVenable 1997

Jackrabbit Mack


How many words can you find that rhyme with “Jack”?

Jackrabbit Mack

By the Bard Owl

I want to tell you a story about a rabbit named Mack

He was a jackrabbit, and he lived in a shack.

This hare’s hair was gray but his round tail was black

And his favorite food was – who would guess? – flapjacks!

He ate them for breakfast, for dinner, for snacks.

He attacked stack after stack of fluffy flapjacks.

Now one day Mack was hungry and flapjacks he lacked.

So he hopped down the lane to see old Farmer Zack.

He asked, “May I, please, buy and then pack in my sack

Some flour, some sugar and some eggs that aren’t cracked?

I’m really, really hungry and flapjacks I lack.

As soon as I pack them, I’m on the fast track

Back home to flip flapjacks – a great big stack!”

Said Farmer Zack to the rabbit, “Put your money back.

If you’re really that hungry, I’ll go you one better, Mack.

We can both enjoy breakfast in my kitchen round back.

I’ve got some flour, some sugar and some eggs that aren’t cracked,

But we really must crack them to make flapjacks.

I can mix the batter, but I haven’t got the knack

To flip flapjacks on the griddle. I always burn them black.”

Mack was ecstatic and thanked old Farmer Zack.

So they both went together to the kitchen round back.

Zack mixed the batter and Mack flipped the flapjacks.

They both sat at the table, said grace, then attacked

Stack after stack of golden, fluffy flapjacks

All of them flipped by Jackrabbit Mack.

© 2002 CAVenable


ecstatic = super, super happy

knack = talent

In the Sky

A poem by the Bard Owl























Note to parents:  The proverbial expression “Birds of a feather flock together”  means that people with similar tastes and/or interests tend to associate with one another.  It is not meant to be prejudicial.