April 5, 2009
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Someone Else’s Poem a Day
Shel Silverstein, another poet that I enjoy very much. Seems to me that there was some controversy about his poetry. It may have been only locally, since I cannot find any of his books in any of our local librarys. Fortunately I have several copys at home. My favorite of his books being the giving tree. I still use it with my kids in my religion classes.
Where the Sidewalk Ends
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.
Comments (2)
He is one of my favorites too. Hands down.
Maria wore the blue dress you made her to Mass yesterday. You should have heard the “oooo”-ing and “aahhhh”-ing that came from just about everyone. I’m going to blog about it later, but it was a joy to tell them that a dear friend of mine in New York made it for her.
@JMHardens060703 - God bless you and your children and, again, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing them with me.