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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.
Shel Silverstein
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Lewis Neil Is Awsome
(11/4/2009 4:43:00 PM) |
Wow, that was pretty good, but i hear there is this poem called 'Neil is awsome', it was life changing and insperational. Read it and vote it a 10!
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Sifa Lombahe
(9/14/2009 5:54:00 PM) |
this is so great wow how beautifull at first i didn't get what Shel Silverstein was tallking about. the peom is talking about more then just the end of a sidewalk. and i like that
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Yelena M.
(8/26/2009 11:36:00 AM) |
the hardest thing in poetry, in my opinion, is to express those childhood emotions we all felt and lost in time..Shel Silversten's genious captured it to the utmost.a masterpiece, like all his works.
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Brenda Pryor
(7/21/2009 3:50:00 AM) |
my mom had 3-6 months to live... she was 53 years old and the mother of 6 children...ranging from age 16-31... what do you get for someone who is dying for Christmas... it was a puzzle for months as I was completing my degree... she said blankets or soaps would be fine... I didn't think that would work... it came to me and I chose to take a cream flannel blanket and stencil all her children's first and middle names on the blanket... then I wanted to write a card... what would I put, I wondered, that she could take with her to the other side that was not physical... then I was searching poems and even found Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends book... I didn't like any of the poem's for the occasion until I realized the title was the perfect poem. Now reread the poem. This is what she took to the other side.
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Herman Chiu
(7/13/2009 8:47:00 PM) |
he's right, you know
he proved his point so well!
i'm lucky to have stumbled across this
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Dylan Oppedahl
(7/7/2009 9:45:00 PM) |
Shel Silverstein is the greatest poet ever and that poem is evidence. i beleive that is just as deep and meaningful as the road not taken. the trick is that it was written for children
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nothing over
(4/27/2009 7:49:00 PM) |
I love this poem, very emotional...check out my poems for a similar emotional feel
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Danzen D.
(4/13/2009 7:56:00 AM) |
Perhaps the children follow where they are happy...they listen to they're heart...a place to rest and breathe lightly in the smoke-filled street..perhaps the children do not make things more complicated than what they see...that is why they know where the sidewalk ends...nice poem! *smile*
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Anthony Fortunato
(3/19/2009 6:14:00 PM) |
I first read those books when i was a lil. I loved them very much.
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