Where the Sidewalk Ends

"... 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..."

(Silverstein)

The wonder begins where the sidewalk ends:

only one got wet

April showers bring May waterfalls

the figs are still ripening

the ol' swimmin' hole

deep enough for skinny dipping out in the middle of that channel

i think i found the Army's missing drone?