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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.
Where The Sidewalk Ends
By Shel Silverstein
I chose this poem because it is classic and I love how Shel Silverstien writes his poems. They are very unlikely found and very unique. I like how this poem only concentrates on “where the sidewalk ends” I also like this poem because it is “uncomplicated” to read and it doesn’t use unfamiliar vocabulary. An amazing expression of the creative forces that consume all creators of the world. A legendary piece of work.
*Alliteration
