April is National Poetry Month

 April is National Poetry Month.

Here are 30 suggestions found on Poetry.org of ways to encorporate more poetry in to your life. I'm heading outside to write a poem on the driveway, if I can find the sidewalk chalk. What will you do today?

Muffy sitting in the middle of the Shel Silverstein poem, 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.
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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.
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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 Silverstein