Shel Silverstein was always one of my favorite poets when I was a kid. Whenever our principal had to fill in for one of our teachers in elementary school, he would read to us from Where the Sidewalk Ends. We got to hear the tales of Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who would not take the garbage out! We all could relate to Peggy Ann McKay & her plea not to go to school, until she found out it was Saturday! In any case, here is one of my other favorite poems:
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.
Now for the puzzle:
N 2,3; 1,8; 12,9; 8,7; 14,14; 2,21; 8,3
W 15,16; 6,3; 16,19; 10,9; 7,18; 0; 9,27