A Hint of Wisdom

Posted: June 5, 2008 in Reviews & Poetries
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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, 1974

That is a poem from Shel Silverstein from one of his books, ‘Where the Sidewalks Ends’, I have read it before long ago but I did not understand it then. When I came across it today on the Net and I read it again this time however, it just took me back to my previous college journey in Kedah. When you started to enter the state it so happens that the land never ceased of paddy field.It is everywhere.

Traveling by bus on a 12hours journey had made me sometimes do my thinking whilst opening my eyes to the never ending sight of the paddy fields. Watching it grow from time to time and the people working hard on their crops just to put food on the table for their family had made me feel so blessed to be borned and to make a difference in this world.

This poem also took me back to my childhood years when all things were simple, when dad held my hand to cross the road, when rainbows still shines with its colorful colors and the feeling of carefree is just a bliss.

You will not maybe feel the effects upon reading this poem, true, but you will when you read it periodically. Shel Silvertein has never been doubtful of his works from cartoonist, playwriter and also a musician this American poet who claims never studied other’s poetry before instills a laid-back and somewhat conversational into his poetries occasionally employing profanity and slang.

  1. Autre says:

    Greetings! Was blog hopping and liked this post…Keep posting…Autre

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