Shel Silverstein Poems
|201.||Bear In There||4/6/2010|
|202.||Somebody Stole My Rig||4/7/2010|
|204.||Better Not Ask Me||4/6/2010|
|205.||One Inch Tall||4/7/2010|
|206.||Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out||4/7/2010|
|207.||Somebody Has To||4/7/2010|
|209.||If The World Was Crazy||4/7/2010|
|210.||Beans Taste Fine||4/6/2010|
|212.||All The Time In The World||4/6/2010|
|217.||25 Minutes To Go||4/6/2010|
|219.||A Light In The Attic||4/6/2010|
|220.||A Boy Named Sue||4/6/2010|
|222.||The Giving Tree||4/7/2010|
|223.||Where The Sidewalk Ends||4/7/2010|
Where The Sidewalk Ends
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 ...
A Boy Named Sue
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,