Shel Silverstein Poems
|201.||Enter This Deserted House||1/1/2004|
|202.||Bear In There||4/6/2010|
|203.||One Inch Tall||4/7/2010|
|204.||Somebody Has To||4/7/2010|
|205.||Hector The Collector||4/7/2010|
|208.||Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out||4/7/2010|
|209.||Jimmy Jet And His Tv Set||4/7/2010|
|212.||All The Time In The World||4/6/2010|
|213.||If The World Was Crazy||4/7/2010|
|214.||25 Minutes To Go||4/6/2010|
|220.||A Light In The Attic||4/6/2010|
|221.||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 Couple More Years
I've got a couple more years on you, baby...that's all.
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
And it ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you, baby.. that's all.
I've walked a couple more roads than you, baby...that's all.
And I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learning to crawl.
And you're headin somewhere...