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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.

 

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