Monday, September 6, 2010

Poetry Response 2

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.
I feel like this poem is very straight-forward. I feel like the author is just talking about the ways of life and walking through it like its a sidewalk on the side of the street. On the sidewalk in your life your have arrows as to where your parents and friends are pointing you to go like the children draw on the sidewalk. In your life you have sunny patches where the grass is greem and your life is beautiful. Also you have bad patches of rough times in your life just like how the poem says in stanza two, line two, "and the dark streets wind and bend". This poem is just making a point about your life and the travels a person goes through.

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