Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
I read it over every now and again, sometimes I'll be doing something and it'll pop into my head and I'll repeat how ever much of the poem I can remember at the time in my head, but I don't have it fully memorized yet. I like this poem because I think the place where the sidewalk ends is full of imagination and creativity. It's a place that is different for everyone, you choose how you want it to be.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.
If you were going to memorize a poem which one would you choose??