Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Poem of the Week 12/14/2004: Where the Sidewalk Ends

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

I know that we are not necessarily in the realm of great great wonderful literature here, but isn't it the season of light? And plus I love this poem. I don't know about anybody else, but I am really stressed over finals and life in general, so here is something to remind us of a lighter time, of nostagia and childhood, of delicious solitude and what my friend here calls wonderful expectation. So happy holidays (part 1)!

love sarah

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