Where the Sidewalk Ends

Submitted by Heather Sundell:

Shel Silverstein was a huge part of my childhood. I was in love with his poems and his writing has greatly influenced my own. I loved this poem because it reminds me that there is always more to life than what you know . I also actually typed this on my grandmothers ancient typewriter. Also…it’s just pretty effin’ rad.

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein

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

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

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

- Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Comments

  1. says

    Have you seen his subversive children's book, "Uncle Shelby's ABZ Book?"

    It has entries like "E" is for Ernie. Ernie is the Genie who loves in the ceiling. E is also for Egg. Ernie loves eggs. Go to the refridgerator and get an egg and throw it up to Ernie, saying, "Catch, Ernie, Catch!" and he will reach down and catch it.

    -Mike

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