Thoughts on poems: Invitation
Invitation
by Shel Silverstein
(from Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein, Harper and Row, Snake Eye Music, Inc. 1974, p. 9)
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!
What a lovely invocation and invitation! I have always felt this poem spoke to the creative in me.
On a grander personal scale, this book is my earliest memory of a collection of poems that belonged to me. It is in surprisingly great condition for my lack of care and many re-readings.