It’s National Poem in Your Pocket Day!
The idea is to select a poem you love, carry it with you in your pocket, and share it with people throughout your day – co-workers, family, friends, strangers. Or share the modern way – on Twitter – by using the hashtag #pocketpoem.
Here is my poem for you. I love it because it reminds me of my childhood. It reminds me of those days when my love affair with words and appreciation for the art they make when you string them together was fresh and new. It takes me back to a time when I think I knew where the sidewalk ended, and I spent more time there and less time where the smoke blows black. It makes me smile because today, in my adult (but not yet old) years and work life, I get to go to where the sidewalk ends. Here’s my poem for you!
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.
Please, join me where the sidewalk ends!
Ifeoma U. Aduba