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= __Eating Poetry: Childhood__ =



// __Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein__ //
 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's Higher Purpose__  //__Two Temples by Hattie Vose Hall__//   A builder builded a [|temple] , He wrought it with grace and skill; Pillars and groins and arches All fashioned to work his will.

Men said, as they saw its beauty, “It shall never know decay; Great is thy skill, O builder! Thy fame shall endure for aye.”

A Mother builded a temple With loving and infinite care, Planning each arch with patience , Laying each stone with prayer.

None praised her unceasing efforts, None knew of her wondrous plan, For the temple the Mother builded Was unseen by the eyes of man.

Gone is the builder's temple, [|crumpled into the dust] ; Low lies each stately pillar, Food for consuming rust,

But the temple the Mother builded Will last while ages roll, For that beautiful unseen temple Was a child's immortal soul.

__Hattie Vose Hall's Higher Purpose__

//__Childhood by Rainer Maria Rilke__//

It would be good to give much thought, before you try to find words for something so lost, for those long childhood afternoons you knew that vanished so completely --and why?

We're still reminded--: sometimes by a [|rain] , but we can no longer say what it means; life was never again so filled with meeting , with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us except what happens to things and creatures: we lived their world as something human, and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a [|sheperd] and as overburdened by vast distances, and summoned and stirred as from far away, and slowly, like a [|long new thread] , introduced into that picture-sequence where now having to go on bewilders us.

__Rainer Maria Rilke's Higher Purpose__ 

The "Big Wrap Up"