Compendium I

A Compendium §0 of Poems§r §0 Volume I§r §0-------------------Forward§r §0This series of books contains some of my favorite poems.§r §0I hope you enjoy.§r

--Contents-- §0 Volume I§r §0Page 3§r §0The Road Not Taken§r §0Page 7§r §0Where the§r §0Sidewalk Ends§r

The Road Not Taken §0Robert Frost§r §0-------------------Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,§r §0And sorry I could not travel both§r §0And be one traveler, long I stood§r §0And looked down as far as I could§r §0To where it bent in the undergrowth;§r

Then took the other, as just as fair, §0And having perhaps the better claim,§r §0Because it was grassy and wanted wear;§r §0Though as for that the passing there§r §0Had worn them really about the same,§r

And both that morning equally lay §0In leaves no step had trodden black§r §0Oh, I kept the first for another day!§r §0Yet knowing how way leads on to way,§r §0I doubted if I should ever come back.§r

I shall be telling this with a sigh §0Somewhere ages and ages hence:§r §0Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-§r §0I took the one less traveled by,§r §0And that has made all the difference.§r

§0 Where the§r §0 Sidewalk Ends§r §0------------------- Shel Silverstein§r

There is a place where the sidewalk ends §0And before the street begins,§r §0And there the grass grows soft and white,§r §0And there the sun burns crimson bright,§r §0And there the moon-bird rests from his flight§r §0To cool in the peppermint wind.§r

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black §0And the dark street winds and bends.§r §0Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow§r §0We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,§r §0And watch where the chalk-white arrows go§r

To the place where §0the sidewalk ends.§r §0Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,§r §0And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,§r §0For the children, they mark, and the children, they know§r §0The place where§r §0the sidewalk ends.§r