Poem: Shell Silverstein – “Where the Sidewalk Ends” #GoDogGoCafe #poetry #poets

Happy Monday! I’m not sure if I’ve shared this poem on here. When I was six-years-old, in grade one, my teacher used to read us Shell Silverstein poems in class. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Allarie, for grades one, two, and three, so I was able to here a few books worth of Shell Silverstein’s poems.

Many of Silverstein’s poems are written for children, but many of them also have great meaning and allusion to (for) adults.

Here’s an interesting interpretation of the poem “Where the Side Walk Ends” on Wikipedia.

Also, here’s some background info on Shell Silverstein if you’ve never heard of him before today.


Credit: Sue Zeng via Unsplash


Where the Sidewalk Ends – Shell 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.

*****


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16 thoughts on “Poem: Shell Silverstein – “Where the Sidewalk Ends” #GoDogGoCafe #poetry #poets

  1. Aww Amanda. I love Shell Silverstein to bits. I have read and collected most of this books. I always loved reading his works and as you have correctly said the poems applies to both kids and adults. He has been a major influence in my poetry.

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  2. The Giving Tree remains an essential book in my library… as it has been since I was probably 6, too. I think it was in second grade when our class intern began reading his poetry to us. Probably a defining influence on me. His poetry is not just for children, but wisdom for us all. Thank you for sharing this… along with the background! Perhaps… maybe… a new regular feature… wink wink nudge nudge…. 🙂
    Stephen

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