Where the sidewalk ends

Where the sidewalk ends
The title of the poem is also the name of the book that was published in 1974. This is Shel Silverstein’s Where the sidewalk ends.

About Shel Silverstein

Multi talented, that comes to mind, when reading the biography of Sheldon Allan Silverstein (25-09-1930 – 10-0-1999). Not only was he a poet, he did so much more. He was a plahwrighter, illustrator, screenwriter and songwriter. Among the songs that came from his creativtity were Sylvia’s Mother (Dr. Hook), A boy named Sue (Johnny Cash) and The ballad of Lucy Jordan (Marianne Faithfull). His books for children are translated into twenty languages.

Today Silverstein still inspires many.

 

About When the sidewalk ends

Officially, the book entitled When the sidewalk ends is a book with poems for children. But, should there be an age limit when it comes to this poem? We don’t think so. Silverstein writes about a place where the sidewalk ends. A land that is both real – the end of a rural area – or a land that exists in the imagination of the poet and probably in the imagination of many children.

It is as if Silverstein wants the reader to go with him on a journey, to escape – in his case – the busy city of Chicago. Find that place of freedom, silence and wonder. The good thing about this land or place, is that it’s good enough to escape to. No matter where you are. Just close your eyes and start to dream. Isn’t that some wonderful advice, given by Silverstein?

Where the sidewalk ends

By Shel Silverstein
Where the sidewalk ends
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.

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