Questioning
Where the Sidewalk Ends (Shel Silverstein)
Posted 01-21-2009 at 10:32 AM by itSFMe
I'm the kind of person who can totally dream away, looking at the view and not realising she's walking in the middle of the road. Or, when I do concentrate I'll find myself walking on the outer edge of the sidewalk - balancing myself. Or playing some kind of game with the tiles. 
I just never seem to be able to walk normally 
Unless when I'm in good company, though I might make an occasional jump of the sidewalk - quite unconsciously.
What I'm trying to say is: don't take the roads for granted. They're an adventure on their own
And the end of a road might be the start of something new 
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 just never seem to be able to walk normally Unless when I'm in good company, though I might make an occasional jump of the sidewalk - quite unconsciously. What I'm trying to say is: don't take the roads for granted. They're an adventure on their own
And the end of a road might be the start of something new 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.
Total Comments 6
Comments
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I had that book (Where the sidewalk ends) when I was younger... I always look lost when Im walking because I look around at things, people find it weird and sometimes ask me if I need help. =(Posted 01-21-2009 at 05:36 PM by kiljo
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Man, I loved that book! Considering purchasing another copy as I lost mine many years ago...
Thanks for the memories!Posted 01-21-2009 at 07:35 PM by mugsy_358 -
My most favorite books in the world when I was a child was that one but mostly A Light in the Attic...Actually, lol, I think I still have most of that one memorized...Tyvm for sharing
Posted 01-21-2009 at 10:16 PM by Sandy0101 -
Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
Sew me a sail
To catch me the wind.
Sew me a sail
Strong as the gale,
Carpenter, bring out your
Hammers and nails.
Hammers and nails,
Hammers and nails,
Build me a boat
To go chasing the whales.
Chasing the whales,
Sailing the blue
Find me a captain
And sign me a crew.
Captain and crew,
Captain and crew,
Take me, oh take me
To anywhere new.
Shel Silverstein ROCKSPosted 01-22-2009 at 10:13 AM by Dazed -
The first Shel Silverstein book I read was "[URL="http://www.book-by-its-cover.com/childrens/uncle-shelbys-abz-book"]Uncle Shelby's ABZ Book[/URL]." And I will always treasure those memories :rotfl:Posted 01-22-2009 at 05:51 PM by andrew_c -
oooh those are hard colors to read!
We lost a good man when he died.Posted 01-23-2009 at 12:11 AM by GrannyPeggy
