"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.

This poem was one of my favorite poems when I was a kid. I always liked reading as a child but I was one of those kids that liked reading about happy or ideal things.  This poem to me was always the thought of endless possibilities, a sidewalk that never ended.  Of course realistically it has to end, and in the poem the end of the sidewalk symbolizes growing up and leaving childhood behind.  I like the rhyme scheme of this poem; the 1st and 3rd lines of each stanza rhyme, so it makes it fun to read but not too over the top.  I love Shel Silverstein and this poem will forever be one of my favorites.