Wednesday, October 12, 2011

sidewalks and boiling seas

my two favorite poems ever are where the sidewalk ends and the walrus and the carpenter. Both written for children, but they make my heart sing. They remind me of the innocence of being a kid again. I can remember that excitement that came with being a kid. My dad brought home two barbie dolls to me and my sister. Mine was Bell and Kelsey's was Cinderella if i remember correctly. We were so excited. We got that innocent happiness that children so often feel. That feeling is something that a lot of people lose as they grow into adults. i think we could all use some of that happiness. for me, its going to the bookstore. i feel like "a kid in a candy store" with so many choices; so many books begging to be read. i used to want a nook or a kindle but have since changed my mind. it would rob me of my innocent happiness that i get from the bookstore, and i just cant give that up. Everyone has something that makes them feel that way, you just have to find it. 

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
           -from the walrus and the carpenter by lewis carroll 

 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.
                       -shel silvertein 

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