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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Shel Silverstein's poem Where the Sidewalk Ends

14 Comments

  1. JRAlli says:

    I love this poem, it moves me.

  2. Wamchag Lin says:

    Deez silly Muricans… Makin a swidewalk with not enough concrete

  3. The Gobble says:

    To me this poem so clearly represents the passage of life to death. The wonderful place that Shel describes “where the sidewalk ends” is basically heaven. The sidewalk that he describes in such a dark dreary way is the troubles of life and the poem talks about the steady pace in which one “walks” to their death. It also says the children know this so well and this references the fact that children often come across the point in their lives where they must learn to cope with their own mortality and for many people they turn to religion or other beliefs that support a heavenly afterlife. I cant believe no one saw this before in it !!!

  4. pumkinpie says:

    if you are commenting on this poem please put stuff that atually matters. all the comments which have nothing to do with this poem are very misleading. This poem is a peice of work and should b treated with respect, because the poet put his time effort into it and people that put comments that mean nothing are dis respectful yo shel silverstein.

  5. Joe Shmo says:

    Dis poem be off the heezy yo. i think it mean tha dudes makin da sidewalk ranned outta concrete and didnt finish nah mean

  6. Lila says:

    Shel has always wrote poems about the power of imagination. Where the sidewalk ends signifies where reality ends as Kimberly previously stated. In the first stanza he talks about various aspects of reality such as buildings, the asphalt flowers, and the place where they end. In the last stanza he repeats this with saying the children know where it ends because imagination seems to fade with age. Only children truly have an amazing imagination to be able to escape their troubles any time.

  7. Jorge says:

    I think it means a new begining a fresh start where the street starts and the sidewalk ends.

  8. Kimberly says:

    In my opinion, where the sidewalk ends is where imagination begins and where reality ends. This is shown in the first stanza when it talks about white grass and peppermint winds, these things are not real. You can Also see this when it says that the children know where this place is, all kids use their imaginations. Overall, I bleieve what Shel Silverstein was trying to say was that everyone should step back from real life once in awhile and be creative and use their imaginations no matter what your age.

  9. Tawny Culp says:

    Ilove this poem. Does any one else?????

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  11. Sandy says:

    This poem is realle, very optimistic and light hearted. What I got out of it was that if you are in a time in your life where you are struggling, look forward because there are better things ahead.

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