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Fruitful Friday

There is another Sky – Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

A fairly optimistic poem. What the other sky is referring to, that’s up to the reader. In General however, I believe the poem is saying that no matter how hard life gets, there’s always a bright side, something better on the horizon; you might have to trudge through darkness to get there, but it’s worth the trouble. Have a great weekend and thanks for reading!

Fruitful Friday

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.

A fun poem I remember from my childhood. Easy to read and beautifully written. You just can’t beat simple elegance. Happy Friday!