In Flanders Fields

Where The Sidewalk Ends

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.     ~ Shel Silverstein

When I was a kid I liked Shel Silverstein as a poet. I was out geocaching yesterday and I came across the above scene, which brought this poem to mind.  I hope you'll appreciate it as much as I did. Enjoy!

If you have a favourite poem from childhood, let me know in the comments below.

Geocaching Limericks

Some limericks I wrote about geocaching, just cause:

Last night I went out in the fog
Sniffing out caches like a dog
At ground zero? a muggle!
This will now be a struggle
To sign my cache name on the log

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who, in the woods, hid a large bucket
He posted online
for others to find
I wonder where on earth he stuck it?

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveler, long I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim, 

Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 

Though as for that the passing there 

Had worn them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally lay 

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference. 

                                 - Robert Frost

Possibilities

The Other Way

It's gone.
Innocence.
It's gone.

Creation fell.
Its sad to say.
It only happened yesterday.
Heaven broke, and fell away.

Do you remember when we danced with angels?
When paradise was our backyard?
When we didn't need a Saviour
Because we could touch the face of God?

We walked in heaven, but turned away.
How is that the better way?
The world is going straight to hell.
I am going the other way.

Creation fell.
Its sad to say.
It only happened yesterday.
This world is marching straight to hell.
So I am going the other way.