by Shel Silverstein
The very first time I ever read this was inside the cover of what was to become one of my favorite books titled Inkheart. The book was a book about books and what a wonderful way to start such a wonderful topic off but to invite the reader inside. This short poem still sits on the tip of my tongue to invite whomever wishes to spin tales with me.
Carly Hudson, 21 years old
Student, San Jose
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.