Shel Silverstein Poems
|202.||Who Does She Think She Is....||4/7/2010|
|203.||Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out||4/7/2010|
|205.||The Little Boy And The Old Man||4/7/2010|
|206.||Jimmy Jet And His Tv Set||4/7/2010|
|209.||A Couple More Years||4/6/2010|
|211.||All The Time In The World||4/6/2010|
|213.||Bear In There||4/6/2010|
|216.||Enter This Deserted House||1/1/2004|
|219.||25 Minutes To Go||4/6/2010|
|220.||A Light In The Attic||4/6/2010|
|221.||The Giving Tree||4/7/2010|
|222.||A Boy Named Sue||4/6/2010|
|224.||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 ...
There are too many kids in this tub
There are too many elbows to scrub
I just washed a behind that I'm sure wasn't mine
There are too many kids in this tub.