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 chose this poem because I thought this poem was quite strong, its very short and to the point. There is a clear beginning, middle and end, sometimes with other poems this gets lost with the vast amount of paragraphs. Shel Silverstein retains with well, this poem is quite sober in a way, I almost feel its like she has this idea of where she wants to be but she isn’t there yet.