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Lookout

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a sudden urge
and I was gone
to climb  a trail
to search beyond

as sun and peaks
glowed into one
I found the fate
that pulled me on

wind worn and bent
steel towered high
Ancient lookout
time gone by

just me and God
as day met night
Up stairs I rose
to Heaven’s sight

surrounded vast
a mountain sea
rose peaks
of iced immensity

new friends appeared
to fill dark skies
sparkling lights
of timeless eyes

Cocooned and snug
With peeping head
I set sail on
my cosmic bed

Tio Stib

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Where The Sidewalk Ends

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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

by Shel Silverstein, 1974

When I start slipping into seriousness, I turn to Shel Silverstein to lighten up. Reading his poems with kids is better than blowing bubbles on B.A.R.T. For more fun, try this link.