It's Wednesday and Otin is trying to inspire the poet in all of us with his Rhyming Wednesday. You won't see any original stuff here... I'm borrowing from Shel Silverstein this week. So here it is. "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.
5 comments:
Even posting things like this is interesting to me. I have heard snipets from this before, but have never read the whole thing! thanks for playing!
shel has such a way with words. remember finding this on my mothers bookshelf and reading it. to dream of the place where the sidewalk ends...
Great poem!! I like that you grabbed his rhyming logo! Very fun.
I've always loved that one but it's been a long time since I've read it!
A very perceptive poem about sidewalks and life. I really enjoyed it.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
God bless.
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