"I
wonder where I'd wander,
If I wandered off some day,
Beyond the sky-and-water line
That seems so far away?”
Come
along and hitch a ride on Dahl Quarray’s flights of fancy and walks through the whimsical world where he lives. But
be prepared to stop and ponder as often as you giggle
and guffaw. His words make both sense and nonsense. His
themes span bridges of understanding as well as inane
paths to nowhere in particular, but always with a purpose:
to entertain, to inspire, to pose ideas, to bring you
somewhere you yourself hadn’t thought to go, but are happy you did.
Dahl
Quarray steers his literary vehicle with skill, sensitivity
and a clear sense of direction, which can only be described
as “east/west/north/south.” The horizons of his world are not boundaries; they are invitations to reach
beyond the sky-and-water lines we see every day. Aware
that they beckon you, Dahl Quarray helps guide your journeys
wherever they lead.
"Beyond
the Sky-and-Water Line"
by Dahl Quarray
Illustrations by Jeanne
A. Benas
Cover Photo by Jonathan A. Cohen
The Rhymes in "Beyond the
Sky-and-Water Line" are:
Mr.
Waddif and Friends
Swooshed
Upside Down Trees
Pest-ered
Listening to Silence
Mommy’s Humming
My Nonna
What?
I’m Invisible
My Writing Place
Garbledygook
Mrs. Rausch’s 6th Grade Class
Gozinta
The Chooser
Rules is Rules
Back-words
My Part
Toenail Rant
I’m
a Grump
My Enemy
No Rush
Then You Are
If I Could Make a Dog
A Visit to the Zoo
Peace and War
Sweethearts on a Porch Swing
Smootchie Wootchie
Just a Kiss
A Friend
What’s in a Name?
Lucy in the Louvre
Pretty, Pretty Mary Alice
Giving It Up For Lent
If Only I Could
Old Basements
Beyond the Sky-and-Water Line
Title
Poem: "Beyond the Sky-and-Water Line"
(best
read on a seashore as dusk blurs the horizon)
I
wonder where I’d wander,
If I wandered off some day.
Beyond
the sky-and-water line
That seems so far away?
I
might make my way to Chile.
I may take a left to Greece
Or
straight ahead to Chad, instead,
Or China, if you please.
I
could wind up alone
Behind a basement door
Or
cheering loud in a soccer crowd
As the striker kicks a score.
I
wonder if I wandered off
Just where I would end up.
Laid ‘cross
a lea or adrift in tea
Inside a giant’s cup?
Perhaps
I’d find my right leg
Caught by a giant shell
Or
trapped in a bubble in the middle of trouble
Or I might actually be in Hell!
I
think it’s much, much safer
To stay beneath my sheet
And
while in bed wander with my head
Instead of with my feet.