Hugs

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein Illustrations Hug O War

This is Molly’s.

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein Illustrations Hug O War

This is Bing‘s.

My best friend and I have these matching tattoos on our feet.  It’s our BFF tattoo & we love them to pieces.

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein Illustrations Hug O War

This is Caitlyn’s.

 I thought it was on a place that could be covered easily by my clothing, but I get stopped all the time by people poking my shoulder to say they remember the poem it comes from. I got it because I read the book a million times growing up, and also because my dad sketched a version of Hug of War for his wedding invitation to my mom

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein Illustrations Hug O War

This is Sabrina’s.

My daughter and I just got “Hug o War” tattoos. Mine is on the outside of my right leg. Hers is on her ribs on her left side.

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein Illustrations Hug O War

Finally, this is Sarah’s.

I will not play at tug o’war.
I’d rather play at hug o’war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

- Hug O’ War by Shel Silverstein in Where the Sidewalk Ends

flax-golden tales

This is Hank’s tattoo.

it has a lot of meaning to me, the entire poem. it reminds me of my grandfather. he never met a stranger and he could converse with anyone. he always had a story to tell.

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein Invitation

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.
Come in!
Come in!

- Shel Silverstein, “Invitation”, from Where the Sidewalk Ends

Invitation

Literary Tattoos: Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein Illustrations

“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.
Come in!
Come in!”

- Invitation by Shel Silverstein, in Where the Sidewalk Ends

This is Kaitlynn’s tattoo:

I got it in memory of all of my grandparents who have passed away, mainly for my mom’s mom, who loved Shel Silverstein’s work and collected his books – “Invitation” was one of her favorite poems.

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