Where the Sidewalk Ends
Shel Silverstein, 1974
Poems and drawings that treat children as sharp enough for nonsense, grief, greed and wonder—and adults as people who never quite grew out of either.
Shel Silverstein
Silverstein wrote Johnny Cash’s “A Boy Named Sue” and drew for Playboy; he insisted on illustrating his children’s poems himself.
Feels like wonder, morality and memory.
The place past the last streetlight is still waiting for you.
There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd 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 flightTo cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers growWe shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And watch where the chalk-white arrows goTo the place where the sidewalk ends. Books by Shel Silverstein
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