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.
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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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