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.
HI Melanie, thanks for the add.... and for the thumbs up... have to be honest I only joined the crones grp to feel it out and somehow I felt I did not fit in, so left...so while I flap my boobs as I walk and talk, I don't feel a crone, at least not in the sense of the grp.as presented...I left my family and children etc behind years ago in NZ, being instead rather an AllOner and prefer it that way!! Life is simply grand and grandly simple...
Love Elizabethx
Thank you Mel: last year on 08-08-08 the crop circle which appeared had to be because of you - are you the one lying supine surrounded by Japanese tourists?
Thank you for inspiring me to 'come out': I suspect the hair will put the guys off, but I washed it, brushed it, thought crone thoughts & clicked... makes a change from being my pussycat self, or pussyfooting-around self - maybe I'll even survive this second (bloody) storm: my giant sunflower is about to flower & the stalk, as upright and strong as a small tree, is getting battered. I can't bear it... ... so posting a piccy of the 08-08-08 to think latteraly... x M
ah Mel - such a pro - all very well for you to say face the camera with pride - old habits die hard - I'm slow to get there, but you ARE right, no point in hiding under bushel (of hair)...
sending pic - no haven't taken pix of veggies yet - of my familiar - think you would like him
mostly tho, I get into other 'things' - my writing is sidetracking at the moment but I've been blogging - you might be interested... ...my excuse for being elusive & I'm sticking to it. Bless you for your verve. x M
veggies for the veg-lady: so now you can see how unripe these poor little babes are - oh pls you Convocation of Celestials in Melanie's Corner, send us some SUN before we forget what it looks like..........
Ron Tocknell
Jun 17, 2009
Jeanne
Welcome to AOAND and thanks for stopping by and joining Crone to the Bone. I hope you enjoy it here as much as I have. Metta, Jeanne
Jun 17, 2009
The Ancient One
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.
Jun 18, 2009
Cindy
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.¸.•´ ¸.•*¨) In L♥Ve, LiGhT, InSpiRaTiOn & J♥Y!! Cindy xXx
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Jul 14, 2009
Jeanne
Jul 16, 2009
AkashicWreckage
Love,
AK
Aug 16, 2009
Yvonne
Aug 17, 2009
Elizabeth Feisst
Love Elizabethx
Aug 25, 2009
Marian
Thank you for inspiring me to 'come out': I suspect the hair will put the guys off, but I washed it, brushed it, thought crone thoughts & clicked... makes a change from being my pussycat self, or pussyfooting-around self - maybe I'll even survive this second (bloody) storm: my giant sunflower is about to flower & the stalk, as upright and strong as a small tree, is getting battered. I can't bear it... ... so posting a piccy of the 08-08-08 to think latteraly... x M
Aug 28, 2009
Marian
sending pic - no haven't taken pix of veggies yet - of my familiar - think you would like him
mostly tho, I get into other 'things' - my writing is sidetracking at the moment but I've been blogging - you might be interested... ...my excuse for being elusive & I'm sticking to it. Bless you for your verve. x M
http://siderealview.wordpress.com/2009/08/28/harvest-or-virgin-consciousness/
Aug 28, 2009
Marian
Aug 31, 2009