No matter how much incredible poetry I read by the great poets of literary tradition, my heart belongs to Shel Silverstein whose poetry was a huge part of my childhood. I could think of no better way to start off a month of poems than with this.
By Shel Silverstein
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.