Friday, November 16, 2007

"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.


I like this poem mostly because it is about sidewalks. To me, sidewalks represent a whole other universe full of people and conversation and kids playing, it's what in a lot of communities allows them to unite. One of my favorite lines in this poem is when Silverstein says, "Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow, We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow." I like this line because it reminds me of the book "A Tree Grows In Brooklyn," because when I picture this scene i picture a flower growing up through the cracks in a sidewalk, much like a tree that grows through one. I also like how the second half of the line is repeated again later in the poem. The repetition of this line gives a scene of calmness, there is not rush, they are just observing life around them. This poem paints a beautiful picture using something we are all familiar with, sidewalks.

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