Ends
Where the Sidewalk
Ends
Where the Sidewalk
poem written by Shel Silverstein illustrated by Kari Landis
There is a place
ends where the sidewalk
begins And before the street
And there the Grass
Grows Soft and White
And there the sun
burns
L
crimson bright
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To
wind
in t
L p p e p e h t n i l o o c
m r e
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows
BLACK
And the dark street
s&
wind
d s n e b
Past the
PITS
where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall
walk with a walk
that is measured and
S LOW
And
watch
go nds s ow alk e r r e a idew t i h es w k e th l a ch her e th ce w e r la e wh the p To
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and s l o w
and we’ll go where the
chalk-white arrows до
For the children, THEY MARK,
and the children, THEY KNOW
ends The place where the sidewalk