There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
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Shel silverstein is very talented his favourite food is mashed brussel sprouts and he like to oranges
Very nice poetry there, loved the detail. Great poam really like it
🤦🏻♀this wont work ugh FIX IT ITS NOT WORKING AT ALL just make a poem that acully works
Beautiful poem of Shel Silverstein, a very pleasant read.
Let us leave this place, , , , , to where the side walks end. So beautifully presented.
PH PROBLEMS ARE BAD ENOUGH, but i have other problems as well. How can i continue charming and amazing and impressing members if i can't do on this.site? ? ?
In case any of my PH friends or acquaintances read this, i wish you well. It's not just PH's problems that is keeping me from this site.
In california it is february 18th, but this PH page is dated feb.17th. And, once again, i cannot Sigh In or do much of anything on PH. I don't believe in God, but if i did i might offer up a prayer for PH.
What a relief to read poems like this. Needless to say I also write this way.
Only the children know where the side walks ends. Here I likes this poem.
Such a magnificent poem, especially for children. You simply cannot beat Silverstein for verse that is ripe for reading to little ones.
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.
"Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black"