Poem reflection

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
courtesy of: www.famouspoetsandpoems.com

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.

I chose this piece by Shel Silverstein because I have always loved Shel Silverstein's work. He has a lot he can tell us about life through his writing. To me he is a very influential figure.

The eye

The eye is such an inspirational piece of the human body, to me it ranks as one of the most important things we have. I once had an assignment to choose a body part to be photographed for use in a (school appropriate) magazine. I had said the eye and I think it would be used in an arts or technology magazine. To me the symbol of the eye is a symbol of modernization and inspiration.

The Sins of the Brother

This is my passage from my personal narrative assignment:

...He sold his equipment to a friend, he no longer had an interest to play, and I had lost my closest rival, but also my greatest ally in the realm of music. I then was left without anyone to play with...

The Realm of Music

The realm of music is a large one of sorts, with so many different conflicting opinions and things to discover. My question for you to think about or pose as a discussion is: What type of music would you listen to if it was the only type of music you could listen to for the rest of your life.

The Epic of Sir Charles

This was the beginning of a poem I wrote about a phobia.

There was once a knight who lived

Sir Charles he would be

Once his King had said

He would sail across the sea

Charles said he'd go

But strangely changed his mind

his king had thoroughly questioned

Aquaphobia he would find

And so the army went

Across the ocean's row

To go for king and country

without Sir Charles they would go

Then Charles was left

To think within his mind

Left out of fame and glory

Poor Charles stayed behind