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Remembering Elm Street

Take my hand – follow the plan,
Let’s go for a walk down wide Spruce Street;
Friends to play with and neighbors to greet 
But now that we see all that we can
Let’s turn the corner and go to Elm Street.

Questions run all over your face
Where is Elm Street – a magical place?
A kingdom where marvelous wonders live - 
Where fairy tales dance and marvels sing?
I can only say: “You never know what you’ll see on Elm Street.

Your eyes now look like giant white saucers, 
Glowing and shining in the moonlight darkness,
Not a word, not a bird’s song, heard in the sunlight
Look very carefully so you won’t miss the delights…

Our hearts beat loudly with wild anticipation
Every hair on our heads stands up in great animation
Peek round the corner!  Open your eyes!  Tiptoe lightly!  
Don’t disturb the surprise.

At the entrance to Elm Street – the alligator tree –
Feel the rough bark grabbing at your sleeve;
Protector and guardian of the adventure to be
Now bowing down in welcome with a gentle summer breeze.

What’s that on the corner – I can’t believe my eyes -
One of Santa’s eight reindeer all decked out in lights;
What is he doing here at the end of July?
Do we see snowflakes in the summer sky?

There in the sidewalk - a long jagged crack!
Where will it lead us – how will we get back?
Look – red ripe tomato plants grow up through the sidewalk
All we can do is wonder and gawk.

Who is that calling us – how do they know our names?
We’ve never set foot here - we’re not even famous; 
Our friend Mrs. Smith from the village bookstore
With snickerdoodles and lemonade at her front door.

There on the parking strip flags of red, white and blue.
Fifty bright stars flutter on a field of dark hue.
How did they get here from Main Street in July?
Did they walk, skip or run just for our eyes – 

Sit here on the curbside – rest from your quest
What’s coming next – only a guess -
Way down the street more adventures beckon
Pause just awhile – wait just a second.

Now a scary fierce giant stomps high in the sky -
A high flying ogre – dark as the night;
Only a cloud ship gliding on frisky breezes -
Heave a great sigh the giant can’t reach us.

At the end of the street we’ve finally come.
Turning back now -look at all of the fun.
The reindeer, tomatoes, flags, clouds and cookies
All wave good-bye  and wide-eyes you ask looking
“When can we come back to Elm Street?”


Dedicated to first walk down Elm Street with G-Man and AJ
July - 2008
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