Shel Silverstein

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

Shel Silverstein Poems

201. The Unicorn 4/7/2010
202. Cloudy Sky 4/6/2010
203. Ations 4/6/2010
204. The Bagpipe Who Didn’t Say No 4/7/2010
205. In Search Of Cinderella 4/7/2010
206. Crocodile's Toothache 4/6/2010
207. Picture Puzzle Piece 4/7/2010
208. No Difference 4/7/2010
209. 100,000 Pennies 4/6/2010
210. Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda 4/7/2010
211. Peanut-Butter Sandwich 4/7/2010
212. Crowded Tub 1/1/2004
213. Boa Constrictor 4/6/2010
214. 25 Minutes To Go 4/6/2010
215. For Sale 4/7/2010
216. Colors 4/6/2010
217. Cloony The Clown 4/6/2010
218. A Boy Named Sue 4/6/2010
219. If The World Was Crazy 4/7/2010
220. Hug O'War 1/1/2004
221. A Light In The Attic 4/6/2010
222. Jimmy Jet And His Tv Set 4/7/2010
223. The Giving Tree 4/7/2010
224. Where The Sidewalk Ends 4/7/2010

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Best Poem of Shel Silverstein

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 ...

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100,000 Pennies

I broke into the bank on Sunday,
You should see the money I got.
I couldn't drag it home 'til Monday,
'Cause it sure weighed an awful lot.

Then I sat down to count it,
And much to my surprise,
A whole lotta little brown, little round coins,
Rolled out before my eyes

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