Poem...

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.

I chose this poem because it makes the most sense out of any poem I read. I think poetry is very confusing and I have trouble understanding the meaning of it, so i tried to choose a poem that I could understand and didn't have to look up words in the dictionary.

The title, Where the Sidewalk Ends, makes sense in this poem because it said at every 4Th line pretty much. It is also what the poem is about. It's about the ending of a sidewalk or end of an era, end of something. So the title makes a lot of sense after reading the poem a couple times.

Two poetic devices that stand out to me are rhyme and imagery. Rhyme in this poem is very important to the flow. The rhyme in the first stanza, "And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright," makes the flow of the poem graceful and the reader may find it easier to read. Imagery is shown throughout the poem and it makes the reader in vision everything the author is writing. The second stanza describes this beautifully, "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." The reader can picture this like they're in fact there on the side walk. These devices add to the poem as a whole.

I think the tone of this poem is somewhat sad but also excited. Sad that the sidewalk is ending and that it has to end sometime, but happy that they are moving on. When the author describes the sidewalk and puts detail into what it looks like shows how much he cares about the sidewalk. The reader might then see him not wanting to leave the sidewalk. But I also see in the word choice that the sidewalk has to end sometime and that their is something else out there.

BLAH

So stressed, no time, too much to do, nervous. All of these things are running through my head at everyone moment when I think about the weeks to come. With all the responsibility of dance, I honestly cannot get excited for the vigorous 72 hours. Football kisses, potluck, pep fest, parade, potluck, football dance, then school dance- these are just the events. I have to get ribbons and outfits and sparkles and stars and so much more. I honestly want to be done so I don't have to worry about another thing. But then, I know when I run off the field for the last time next Friday, I will be sad and wish i had just one more game. I am so jumbled right now its not even funny.

3 titles

3 titles...

The Team of my Dreams

Determined to Make It

Pride in Step

Only in my dreams...

Schools is now a routine, no longer is it new and exciting, the homework is no longer a parent signature on a syllabus, it is now work. I am the silly girl holding on to the warm days of summer. The cool nights by a bonfire, the bright sun shinning through your open window in the morning, and sunburn face from the earlier day will be gone for 9 months. I dread the bitter mornings walking out to my lonely blue jeep, the daily scrapings of the frozen ice on my windshield, and the heavy jackets that you have to carry around throughout the day. I wish i wasn't turning white as each day races towards winter, I wish the sun would stay out a bit longer, and I wish more than anything that we didn't have to close my sparkling blue pool in my backyard. As the year unfolds, and I go along with it, I will dream every night of the summer days and carefree appearance. I will be in the world of no homework, no grades, and staying up all hours of the night. Of course for 9 months, these lovely fantasies will only be in my dreams...

Personal Narrative

Standing behind the chain link fence, behind the lights, behind the electricity of the crowd, behind all of it. I wasn't apart of it. I was watching with envy as my sister bounced onto the field in the familiar hornette run. i was entranced by the way they performed, the crowd eyeing their every move. Right then, that exact moment, I knew what I wanted.

Comments or any suggestions to better this passage please tell me!!

Discover

Never once have I ventured into the world of "blogging". Each entry in my small pink journal rings true to my old fashion ways of writing. Scribbling out sentences I dislike, tapping noisily on the top corner of the page, and filling up the blue lines that ride horizontally remind me of clearing emotions from my inner self. This new way of writing, of putting myself out to the world, is somewhat deceptive. Sitting here in the computer lab seems somewhat private, except for the two students sitting on either side of me. It seems as though I am writing for my own sake, like always, but actually I am not. See I am beginning to realize that this will not just be put away in my second drawer of my desk, or reread once in a few years to be a humor source for me and my family, or whomever I choose to share this with. See now, I no longer have the choice, I no longer choose. This may be read by all who blog, by all who care, by all who may just stumble upon it. Does this scare me? Yes. Will it stop me from writing my true feelings that I only share with my journal? Maybe. As my journey on this "blogging" website unfolds, maybe my writing will change, or I will. Maybe I wont stay shy with my love of forming sentences, maybe I'll branch out and become open and honest. And maybe I might just forget about all the people that MIGHT read this and become OK with the fact that others will fall upon this very blog.

Till next time...