NPM09: "Where the Sidewalk Ends"

Wherethesidewalkends

Shel Silverstein's poetry is a lot of fun. Our kids love it, and so do we. We just read tonight through the first fourth of his book Where the Sidewalk Ends because the kids kept asking for another poem, then another, then another. We obliged.  We plan on finishing the book all the way through soon and then maybe check out another. Here's the title poem from the book...

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein (online location)

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.