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
And he said, “I will climb that mountain!
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.
As Ken walked, signs appeared and told him where he was and which way to go next.
Until he came to where the King of the Rich Things lived in his fancy castle.
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.
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:
And through an enchanted forest
Yea, he passed the Land of Many Palm Trees . . .
Walking down the byways and the highways
And past the gates where Rich Things from other Lands came to stay and play in the Enchanted Forest
Until he finished the circle that was in no way round, and came at last to his trusty automobile
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!
If you ever wander into the lands where the Rich Things are, why not leave a comment?