The poem "Where the Sidewalk Ends" is lovely and atmospheric and captures a sense of childlike wonder.
"Invitation"
If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!
"Enter This Deserted House"
But please walk softly as you do. Frogs dwell here and crickets too. Ain't no ceiling, only blue. Jays dwell here and sunbeams too. Floors are flowers - take a few Ferns grow here and daisies too. Swoosh, whoosh - too-whit, too-woo Bats dwell here and hoot owls too. Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee, hoo-hoooo, Gnomes dwell here and goblins too. And my child, I thought you knew I dwell here... and so do you.
"Listen To The Mustn'ts"
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, Listen to the DON'TS, Listen to the SHOULDN'TS, The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS. Listen to the NEVER HAVES, Then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.
