Sunday, April 15, 2012

Sunday Poetry Post

Beware of Sharp Curves

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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.


  1. Pretty lighting Jim. Do you know what this is? I like the tendrils. :)

  2. Morning all! Kind of hard to go "first!" now. Oh well.

    Here's my "poetry" for the day. Shel's a hard act to follow, so I won't even try. :-D

    There once was a man from Khartoum
    Whose farts made a thunderous boom
    One day he felt mean
    And ate five cans of beans —
    And now the whole world is DOOMED!

    Pancakes are finished. Wife's making eggs. Mason's still asleep. Little booger needs to start going down before 11:30. Waves and pancakes to all who follow!

  3. Candis, it's a green briar. Most of the time I just curse them, but that one looked good in the light.

    Fine rhyme, Larry.

  4. Hi to all. I agree with Candis - lovely green briar, Jim.

    Larry, like the pancakes more than the limerick!

  5. Some weeds are just lovely. Spitter weeds are a thing of pure genius. But hate the little buggards.

    Love this work. Giving Tree was all our favorite.

    Off to run errands. Oh joy.

  6. Great poem and pic! Spent some time at the beach today, and worked. A quiet evening, though - kind of low energy, not up for doing any of the zillions of things I should be doing. Back into the fray tomorrow. Hope everyone had a good weekend!

  7. I hope everyone had a great day.

    Dina, greenbriars (Andi pointed out that there isn't a space.) are native but unpleasant - think concertina wire that grows. But if you catch something nasty in the right light ....

    Beth, I hope you enjoyed your quiet day before the fray.

    Janet, I read somewhere that a weed is just a plant that can't be trained to grow in rows.