Pay It Forward Thursday- October 18, 2018

Come give a shout out to your favorite writer/author/Poet this week!!

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Pay It Forward 7-4-2018

The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us.  However, Pay It Forward Thursday has not been getting a lot of love lately, which we think is a shame. Dear reader, you are losing out on some great writing! We’ve decided to shake things up a little and the baristas will be reblogging our Pay It Forward picks for the week directly onto GDG Cafe so you don’t miss out on our favorites.

We like this idea so much that we will also reblog the posts you think were the best thing you read this week if you drop a link below. You are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from someone…

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Hanging to the edge of autumn

Jane Dougherty Writes

For the OctPoWriMo challenge, a terzanelle. I’ve slightly modified the last lines, as in a villanelle. This is the first time I’ve tried a terzanelle, and I quite like this form. I’ll probably try it again.

When hanging by my fingers to the edge

Of autumn and the golden falling year,

Red berries jewel garlands in the hedge,

Flutter of feasting birds is all I hear.

Clutching in my hand the last warm rays

Of autumn and the golden falling year,

I look for you—ahead are cold dark days.

Must I face them without you by my side,

Clutching in my hand the last warm rays?

I wish I was a hare to crouch and hide

From slings and arrows that the darkness brings—

Must I face them without you by my side?

Somewhere in the last dusk blackbird sings,

I hear you calling not to cede and fall


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Where the Sidewalk Ends

Jane Lurie Photography

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.







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