Where the Sidewalk Ends: Poems and Drawings

by Shel Silverstein, Shel Silverstein (Illustrator)

Overview

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer,
A wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er,
A magic bean buyer . . .

Come in . . . for where the sidewalk ends, Shel Silverstein's world begins. You'll meet a boy who turns into a TV set, and a girl who eats a whale. The Unicorn and the Bloath live there, and so does Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who will not take the garbage out. It is a place where you wash your shadow and plant diamond gardens, a place where shoes fly, sisters are auctioned off, and crocodiles go to the dentist.

Shel Silverstein's masterful collection of poems and drawings is at once outrageously funny and profound. This special edition has twelve extra poems that did not appear in the original collection.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780060572341
Publisher:	HarperCollins
Publication date:	02/18/2014
Pages:	192
Sales rank:	1,227
Product dimensions:	6.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range:	4 - 8 Years

About the Author

Shel Silverstein is the author-artist of many beloved books of prose and poetry. He was a cartoonist, playwright, poet, performer, recording artist, and Grammy-winning, Oscar-nominated songwriter.

Shel Silverstein is the author-artist of many beloved books of prose and poetry. He was a cartoonist, playwright, poet, performer, recording artist, and Grammy-winning, Oscar-nominated songwriter.

Date of Birth:

September 25, 1930

Date of Death:

May 10, 1999

Place of Birth:

Chicago, Illinois

Place of Death:

Key West, Florida

Education:

Chicago School of Fine Arts; University of Illinois (no degree)

Website:

http://www.shelsilverstein.com

Read an Excerpt

Sick

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more -- that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue --
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke --
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is -- what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is . . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
_{From WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS by Shel Silverstein © 1974 by Shel Silverstein. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.}

Editorial Reviews

An ideal book for teachers to have handy . . . If you want to ungloom your day, start Where the Sidewalk Ends.

Reading Teacher

An ideal book for teachers to have handy . . . If you want to ungloom your day, start Where the Sidewalk Ends.

Reading Teacher.

These rhymes are perfect bite-sized nuggets of jest.

Brightly

A zesty collection of humorous light verse.

SLJ.

These rhymes are perfect bite-sized nuggets of jest.

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