September 21, 2010

Poetry That Speaks to Me

I sometimes find poetry that speaks to me for whatever reason. This poem is by Shel Silverstein. I don't know what I like about it but for some reason it speaks to me. I suppose it is the promise of infinite possibilities that is expressed in the poem:
Where the Sidewalk Ends
~ by Shel Silverstein
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.

It kind of speaks about imagination - of letting your mind wander to a happier place where life is simpler. It is beautiful and simple and sweet. There is an amazing sense of freedom just beyond the bounds. Do you ever venture beyond the sidewalk?

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What do you think of the poem?

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