Shel Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

Where The Sidewalk Ends - Poem by 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.


Comments about Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

  • (12/7/2018 9:43:00 AM)


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  • (11/8/2018 9:08:00 AM)


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  • (10/25/2018 9:01:00 AM)


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  • Butch Decatoria (7/25/2018 2:37:00 AM)


    What a depth to this portrait of dying, away from the beaten streets, concrete beneath... we find peace at that... gorgeous piece. (Report) Reply

  • (7/1/2018 9:55:00 AM)


    The frailty of life. It is indeed frail. We walk on these sidewalks! We write poems about it's end. The grass is always greener on the other side. How will we know, when we've never walk at its ends. When we do, we'll see! It is all quite the same, I can glow in your smoke. But smoke is smoke and a glow is unscathed; I am told by arrow of chalk: impermanently. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/3/2018 7:29:00 PM)


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  • Madhabi Banerjee (5/28/2018 1:30:00 AM)


    good poem.I admire it thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Britte Ninad (5/23/2018 3:01:00 AM)


    we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
    and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,


    the knowing path leads to the true destination...
    (Report) Reply

  • (5/20/2018 1:41:00 AM)


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    this poem is about the little things that we take for granted im pretty sure (Report) Reply

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  • (4/20/2018 11:14:00 AM)


    This poem is so good I think it should get a medal. (Report) Reply

  • (4/20/2018 10:38:00 AM)


    Roses are red violets are blue I feel good and so do you.Smell the fresh sweet smell in a store if its strawberry ask for more.^o^ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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