Where the Sidewalk Ends 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.
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.
I like this poem because of the imagery.The adjectives in the poem enable you to see the imagery and scene in your head.
I have a couple of Shel Silverstein poems memorized, like this one, for example:
ReplyDeleteMy beard grows to my toes.
I never wears no clothes.
I wraps my hair around my bare,
and down the road I goes.
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ReplyDeleteThis is another one of my favorite poems because of, like you said, imagery. But not just that: there is some figurative language that emphasizes and adds to the meaning of the poem; it's inspiring in a way. Nice one, Drishti! :)
DeleteI love Where the Sidewalk Ends! I grew up with this poem!
ReplyDelete-Sydney B