“My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I’m told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when its wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.” Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends.
Visit any elementary school classroom and most likely you will find a copy of Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends. It was one of my favorite books during my younger years. I enjoyed reading the short poems chock full of words that sounded like music to my ears. Since it’s National Poetry Month, I want to share some poetry lessons with you.
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