“Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein

Invitation by Shel Silverstein
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in! 

Every poem in Silverstein’s Sidewalk Ends,
From their starts to their middles,
from their middles to their ends,
every poem to make think, to urge on, or to mend;
They were absolutely brilliant.

For sure, you should envy me
this gift I have received,
you would not have believed
Just how big my smile beamed when I saw it inside of my stocking.
If only you’d gotten for Christmas just this!
Yes, if only for Christmas just this.

It seemed every poem just got bester and bester.
(I really liked Sick and the Unfunny Jester.)
Here’s MY advice: Go get Sidewalk and read it.
There’s not much to do with such advice but heed it.

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