In Uncategorized on April 27, 2012 at 12:07 pm

27 Crescent Street

When I first began playing around with the idea of writing a novel for kids (mostly for my daughter but also for my younger self), I came across a poem titled Magic in my girl’s first-ever poetry gift, Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends.

Magic became, for lack of a better way to describe it, the ‘mascot poem’ for my story.

I loved the rhythm and sing-song feel of it – not to mention the way that it brings in so many of the magical creatures of childhood – and the last two lines spoke to me like a call to action of sorts … it was time, it seemed to say, for me to conjure up a little magic myself.


Sandra’s seen a leprechaun

Eddie touched a troll,

Laurie danced with witches once,

Charlie found some goblins’ gold.

Donald heard a mermaid sing,

Susy spied an elf.

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