Where The Sidewalk Ends

Δ 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.

By: Shel Silverstein

This poem by Shel Silverstein is my favorite poem because of all of the describing of the place. For example the grass grows soft and white and there the sun burns crimson bright, Shel Silverstein doesn’t just say the sun is bright he is more descriptive by saying that it burns crimson. The use of descriptive writing also makes me feel like I am escaped from reality, like I am in the place where the sidewalk ends.

 

My Childhood Toy

When I was little, I just couldn’t do without my Woody toy. It was the best toy in the world, and with it I was the most happy. Woody is a main character in the famous Disney movies Toy Story 1, 2, 3. On Woody was a brown cowboy hat that could come off and go back on. He also had a tan and brown plaid shirt and on top was a brown vest. He wore brown chaps and brown cowboy boots, and on the bottom of the boots was a name, my name. He also had a string on his back that when pulled would tell various cowboy phrases like “there’s a snake in my boot”, or “somebody poisoned the waterhole”.

Woody and I had many experiences together including some good, some bad and, some scary. Some that I can remember are when Woody and I were in the car with the window open and suddenly Woody’s hat fell out of the window to the freeway. I remember that I was so disappointed that my parents had to get another just to get another hat. Woody has there when I moved from California to Texas to comfort me when I lost all of my friends. Woody also had my back when I was scared like when I moved to my new school in Texas.

While I played with Woody I always felt happier. I loved that toy so much that I wouldn’t give him up for a while. Without Woody I have grown more mature but, sometimes I want to be a kid again and because of giving him up I can’t be a kid again.