PoemWhere the Sidewalk Ends
Author / PoetShel Silverstein
TagsChildhood, Fantasy, Imagination, Nature

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 hot,
And there the moon-bird flies,
And the grass is soft and white
And the moon-bird flies.

Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
25 Sep 1930 - 10 May 1999
Region: North America
Period: Contemporary
Awards: Grammy Awards

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The Missing PieceHope, Loss, Reflection
The Giving TreeFriendship, Generosity, Growth
SmartChildhood, Family, Humor
Sarah StoutConsequences, Humor, Laziness
Messy RoomHumor, Messiness, Rebellion
Lafcadio, the Lion Who Shot BackAdventure, Fantasy, Humor
Hug O’ WarKindness, Peace, Playfulness
A Boy Named SueHumor, Identity, Resilience

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