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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein (Life List)

If you’re just tuning in, I’m on a mission to memorize ten poems for my Life List.

I nailed “i carry your heart” by e.e. cummings in a few days, ensuring it was really, truly “in there” by demanding myself to recite it randomly throughout the day.

I’ve been surprised by three things with this project: I really enjoy the process of memorization; it’s a near-perfect mix of challenging and rewarding. It is a euphoric moment to recite a poem perfectly for the first time; there are literal self-high fives! And I love carrying these poems around with me. I love that they are mine.

Number three is a poem I’ve liked for a long, long time.

Where the Sidewalk Ends 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.


  1. ChromePlatedGirl

    4 October 2011 at 11:44 am

    You are going to be so set for Poem In Your Pocket Day.

  2. Lara

    13 October 2011 at 6:01 pm

    *sigh* I love Shel Silverstein. Makes me want to track down some of his books. Been way too long.

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