2 for 1 Day

Readers,
I have decided because of my hectic schedule that I am going to pare the blog down to a once a week poem, and when I have more free time after I graduate, I will amp it back up. Today, there are going to be 2 poems, one from the awesome Shel Silverstein and one from me (I would appreciate feedback on it). Please enjoy the poems, smile, and have a good week!

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.

~

Supernatural (I've tried something a little different)
Lauren Young

He had a voice like clapping
thunder that shoves its fist against a cliff,
whirring and whirring about like
a thick cloud of sparking
flints together. That's when the blackberry
bushes shook, yearning
to be in out of the power of his
voice. You see, he wasn't even
that tall or scary. He was
unassuming and slender as the stem of a cherry.