Where the Rich Things Are   3 comments

On the morning that Ken woke up early

He read his email, and thought naughty thoughts,

And his conscience said, “You should take a walk!”

So, he grabbed his camera, and jumped in his car,

And drove away . . .

Past homes and businesses,

Through intersections and curves,

And finally came to where the rich things are.

Then he got out of his car

Sunrise where the rich things are.

Sunrise where the rich things are.

 

And he said, “I will climb that mountain!

Heading up 56th Street

Heading up 56th Street

 

And I will walk where the Rich Things Live.”

And Ken thought maybe the Rich Things would walk their fancy dogs,

Or drive their fancy cars, or smile their terrible smiles,

But most of the Rich Things were still asleep,

So Ken took pictures of their fancy lairs,

Just to show that he dared walk where the Rich Things live.

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As Ken walked, signs appeared and told him where he was and which way to go next.

 

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Until he came to where the King of the Rich Things lived in his fancy castle.

This isn't the biggest or fanciest house on the southern slopes of Camelback Mountain, but it is the one that looks most like a castle now. There used to be a real medieval castle up here, but it has been torn down.

This isn’t the biggest or fanciest house on the southern slopes of Camelback Mountain, but it is the one that looks most like a castle now. There used to be a real medieval castle up here, but it has been torn down.

 

But the King of the Rich Things was fast asleep, and did not come out and talk to Ken.

Then Ken said, “Now I am on top of the world,

Or at least up pretty high.

I will look down on my world,

And make pictures so all may see

The magical land that is my country,

Even though I am not the king here.”

And Ken took many pictures of the Land known as Phoenix.

 

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Then Ken grew tired of being alone in the land where the Rich Things are,

So he walked on down out of the land where the Rich Things are.

He walked past lairs and palaces:

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And through an enchanted forest

 

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Yea, he passed the Land of Many Palm Trees . . .

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Walking down the byways and the highways

 

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And past the gates where Rich Things from other Lands came to stay and play in the Enchanted Forest

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Until he finished the circle that was in no way round, and came at last to his trusty automobile

Sunrise where the rich things are.

“Let’s go get some food,” said Ken.

 

And drove back through curves and intersections,

Past businesses and homes

Until Ken reached his own home at last

And went in and fixed himself coffee and cereal,

And it was very good!

coffee and cereal

 

The end

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If you ever wander into the lands where the Rich Things are, why not leave a comment?

–end

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3 responses to “Where the Rich Things Are

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  1. I grew up in a working class neighborhood in a very wealthy area on the north shore of Long Island. Great Gatsby country!

    I would take long walks through the wealthy neighborhoods. Often you couldn’t see the house as you walked past a driveway because there were screens of trees and/or hills. Some homes had separate “Tradesman’s Entrances” for deliveries.

    It was all pretty level. A place to be shut off from the world in a mansion and gardens, rather than a place with a view.

    One neighborhood, Centre Island, was on its own peninsula, and had a police booth at the entrance road. I taught my cousin (who introduced me to T&T!) to drive there, because the traffic was very light. We entertained each other by imagining the surviellance systems watching us, and whether the bird houses contained machine guns to take out unruly trespassers.

  2. Loved the tour. Prefer the simple life. Our two youngest daughters would ask us to drive through “the rich people’s section” from time to time in Springville. I would point out that these USED to be rich people before they bought these houses.

  3. You know this was the perfect opportunity for a ‘selfie’ or two with you and the city of Phoenix behind you. Or you and the king’s castle behind you. I was expecting one. I was looking for one!! Only to be disappointed that all I saw were mere shadows of the troll as he cavorted through the rich kid neighborhoods. 🙂

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