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Where The Sidewalk Ends poster yourself
A poem 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 chose this poem because I really like poems that rhyme. This particular poem has interesting rhymes in them. This poem also makes you picture things in your mind. I also like those sorts of poems. This poem is also good because it has repetition. The poem has the refrain “where the sidewalk ends”. The poem also talks about feelings and also a place.
Some Poetic devices: End rhyme (ends, begins) Refrain (The place where the sidewalk ends)
