"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.

Shel Silverstein


INTERPRETATION

Silverstein wrote this poem for people who are struggling through a difficult time. His optimistic tone makes it seem as if there is a “light at the end of the tunnel” just as there is a definite end to the sidewalk. Even though the narrator is stuck in a dark place at the moment, he will eventually reach a brighter place if he thinks positively and keeps walking towards the goal. Adults should use this poem anticipate better days while children should use this poem to help them come to the realization that their imaginations can take them anywhere they want to go.


INTERESTING FACT

Cement has been around for at least 12 million years. When the earth itself was undergoing intense geologic changes natural cement was being created.


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