Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Tell me I'm clever, Tell me I'm kind, Tell me I'm talented, Tell me I'm cute, Tell me I'm sensitive, graceful and wise, Tell me I'm perfect - But tell me the truth.
Shel Silverstein

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


  1. Me likey. I didn't know this one. Thank you! :)

  2. This is so very weird. I had planned on posting this yesterday but my daughter took the book back to the library with her! So I moved onto the Fargo post.

    I love it. Mr. Shel S. still the best poet ever!

  3. I bought this book for my son in the mid-eighties, I think. Shel Silverstein is very quirky and egocentric!

    Jules, not only do we live in the same state, we think alike. Is because we live here and suffer together?

  4. Oh, I LOVE Shel Silverstein!

    Thanks for posting, it gave me a good idea for a gift for a friend who is down right now.

  5. the Giving Tree is my very favorite children's book...


I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.