Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Where the Sidewalk Ends turns forty! Celebrate with this anniversary edition that features an eye-catching commemorative red sticker. This classic poetry collection, which is both outrageously funny and profound, has been the most beloved of Shel Silverstein's poetry books for generations.Where the sidewalk ends, Shel Silverstein's world begins. There you'll meet a boy who...

Title:Where the Sidewalk Ends
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ISBN:0060513039
Edition Language:English
Format Type:Hardcover
Number of Pages:176 pages

Where the Sidewalk Ends Reviews

  • Steve
    Jul 31, 2007

    His parents did well naming him Shel.

    He never did care to conform.

    What would compel a guy to rebel

    If everyone knew him as Norm?

  • Austin
    Feb 10, 2008

    Every child eventually discovers the perverted old man who wrote songs for Johnny Cash, did illustrations for Playboy, appeared on the

    show numerous times, and managed to get a few books published along the way.

    For some reason, parents never seem to think this creepy old guy who was so fond of children was in any way "disturbing," something I'm continually impressed with in the "ban now, ask questions later" climate of modern culture. If there are people who don't like Shel Silverst

    Every child eventually discovers the perverted old man who wrote songs for Johnny Cash, did illustrations for Playboy, appeared on the

    show numerous times, and managed to get a few books published along the way.

    For some reason, parents never seem to think this creepy old guy who was so fond of children was in any way "disturbing," something I'm continually impressed with in the "ban now, ask questions later" climate of modern culture. If there are people who don't like Shel Silverstein, I don't want to meet them. Or, more to the point, you shouldn't meet them if that is an option.

    Children need to experience this kind of creepy / weird / funny / sad stuff, not just for their own sake, but for the sake of having a conduit through which they can make sense of most of the rest of the world. Knowing that Shel sees things this way, too, makes it all easier to take, and makes your own oddness that much more tolerable. We, as humans, need to come to terms with inexplicable and unfathomable in the world, and it wasn't until Shel that we began to realize that the only way to gently help our children do just that, is to let a perverted old weirdo with a large stack of Playboys in his basement lead the way.

  • Jennifer
    Dec 05, 2008

    There's a polar bear - in the fridgedare - he likes it cuz its cold in there!

    I wrote a report on this in the 6th grade and I still remember that by heart. That was the year I got braces and Chris N. butted in line when we were coming in from recess and I grabbed his arm and said "No Butting!" and he turned around and punched me in the face. The braces smashed into my lip and it bled so bad! I went to the bathroom with a girlfriend (I can't remember her anymore - isn't that strange?) and she trie

    There's a polar bear - in the fridgedare - he likes it cuz its cold in there!

    I wrote a report on this in the 6th grade and I still remember that by heart. That was the year I got braces and Chris N. butted in line when we were coming in from recess and I grabbed his arm and said "No Butting!" and he turned around and punched me in the face. The braces smashed into my lip and it bled so bad! I went to the bathroom with a girlfriend (I can't remember her anymore - isn't that strange?) and she tried to help me clean up and then the bell rang and she went back to class and I had to walk in to class with my bloody face. My teacher looked at me - and I was trying to skulk so quietly in - and he said "Who did that to you?!?!?" and I said Chris N. and he grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the ground and slammed him into the wall. He said something like "You don't hit girls!" and took him to the principles office.

    The funny thing?!?! That weekend I got chicken pox (the second time!) and when I got back they gave me two weeks detention for getting in a fight. (I am so not shitting you.) And when I went to detention - they made me sit in the hall by myself rather than sitting in detention with all the assholes who got busted for real shit.

    Man I have had the most fucked up life.

    Huh? Oh. this book rocks. Read it. Read it to your kids. Read it to people you love. And always remember that there IS a polar bear in the frigidare. (I live in Minnesota so that really means something.)

  • j
    Oct 21, 2009

    I am crap at reciting from books. Sure, I know your super-famous opening lines and popular misquotations, but I don't really, like, pause in my reading to note a particularly nice turn of phrase so I can commit it to memory.

    Which is odd, because I have always had a pretty good memory for the spoken word and, especially, lyrics. When I was little, my parents found this most amusing. They would hear me playing in my bedroom, singing random snatches of commercial jingles and songs from

    I am crap at reciting from books. Sure, I know your super-famous opening lines and popular misquotations, but I don't really, like, pause in my reading to note a particularly nice turn of phrase so I can commit it to memory.

    Which is odd, because I have always had a pretty good memory for the spoken word and, especially, lyrics. When I was little, my parents found this most amusing. They would hear me playing in my bedroom, singing random snatches of commercial jingles and songs from

    to myself. Then they would try to make me perform them for guests.

    "Sing the song from the Garrison Keillor tape!" they would say.

    "No," I would respond, suddenly shy.

    "Come on, sing it!" they'd smile. ("He's being shy, he usually sings this all day!")

    "No, I don't want to," I'd insist.

    "Come on, Joel,

    the

    from the

    ."

    "NOOOOO!" I would shout, now in tears.

    "SING IT OR YOU'RE IN TROUBLE!"

    One of the things

    I liked to recite best was Shel Silverstein poetry. I had a cassette tape of Where the Sidewalk Ends (read by the author) that I listened to over and over, to the point where I had all the timing and inflections down and everything. I still have them memorized.

    Oh, the crocodile went to the dentist

    and he sat down into the chair.

    And the dentist said, [jovially] "Now tell me sir, why does it hurt and where?"

    And the crocodile said,

    "I'll tell you the truth, I've a terrible

    terrible

    ache in my tooth!"

    And he opened his jaws so wide,

    so wide,

    the dentist he climbed right inside!

    And the dentist laughed,

    [gleefully] "Oh, isn't this fun?"

    as he pulled the teeth out

    one

    by

    one.

    And the crocodile cried,

    [frantic] "You're hurting me so!

    Please put down your pliers and let me go!"

    But the dentist just laughed with a

    [deep voice] "Ho ho ho!"

    and said, "I still have 12 to go!

    Oops, that's the wrong one, I confess

    but what's one crocodile tooth

    more or less?"

    And then suddenly

    the jaws went snap!

    [pause]

    And the dentist was gone,

    right off the map.

    From north, [pause]

    to south, [pause]

    to east, [pause]

    to west, [pause]

    he left

    no

    for-

    ward-

    ing

    address.

    But [long pause]

    what's one dentist, more or less?

    FROM MEMORY! It is better if you can hear it. Come by sometime and maybe my parents will force me to perform for you like some kind of sideshow robot freak.

  • Emily May
    Oct 07, 2012

    “I will not play at tug o' war.

    I'd rather play at hug o' war,

    Where everyone hugs

    Instead of tugs,

    Where everyone giggles

    And rolls on the rug,

    Where everyone kisses,

    And everyone grins,

    And everyone cuddles,

    And everyone wins.”

  • Raeleen Lemay
    Mar 06, 2015

    I found a beautiful 40th anniversary edition of this at Costco and just had to pick it up! SUCH A GREAT BOOK THROWBACK TO CHILDHOOD WADDUP

  • Michael Finocchiaro
    Oct 02, 2016

    This collection of children's poems from Shel Silverstein is a real treat. Each of the creatures and characters is fascinating and never overly moralistically drawn. There are lots of laughs here - both my kids adored these poems and were sad when I turned the last page. "More!!" they cried.

  • James
    Mar 11, 2017

    4+ of 5 stars to

    , a collection of poetry published in 1974 by

    . What a wonderful book to read with children at any age; that is, both any age for the reader and the children! I first read this book when I was about 10-years-old, and then again in college. From the brilliant characters to the alliteration and rhyme, to the memorable lines and funny situations, it's one of those books where you will find something new each time you read it.

    I c

    4+ of 5 stars to

    , a collection of poetry published in 1974 by

    . What a wonderful book to read with children at any age; that is, both any age for the reader and the children! I first read this book when I was about 10-years-old, and then again in college. From the brilliant characters to the alliteration and rhyme, to the memorable lines and funny situations, it's one of those books where you will find something new each time you read it.

    I cannot imagine being this creative. I can dream up stories about real people and situations and have written several, but to have an imagination where animals and things can talk, have emotions, interact in peculiar ways... to find the words to compare and contrast... to describe and draw precious creations... is true talent. I admire Silverstein's massive fantasy world of freedom. He was so unconstrained in his ability to develop a world with just enough charm and beauty to win us all over. It's a book all about perception, but without taking the didactic and pedantic approach.

    Children see things differently than adults. Adults have limits. Children have experiences. But what happens on the other side... where something is too far to see, or too close to imagine? Who lives in the crack between cement blocks? The world of freedom does... and that's where Silverstein wants us to go, where we are all equal, without preconceived notions... to be able to explore as if we are seeing something for the first time... and connecting with everyone around us. That's how to motivate readers with this book... children learning to see more than what they actually see.

    I could go on and on... but I'll stop. It's just a wonderful way to learn.

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