There’s a nasty place where the sidewalk breaks.
It is where my trip began.
It’s there below the underpass.
It’s there with all that shattered glass,
Before you reach the dormant grass.
That’s where, I swear, that I ran.
Tried to miss this place where the sidewalk breaks,
And it wasn’t for the smell.
It may have been the refuse sacks.
It may have been the root-pushed cracks.
It could have been the railroad tracks
That tripped me up, where I fell.
But, I’m not sure anyone really knows
What are the causes of my bloody nose,
Or basic basis of my broken toes,
At that nasty place where the sidewalk breaks.
You could have a real trip here if you don’t watch where you are going.
For this poem I chose to Parody a famous poem by Shel Silverstein, Where The Sidewalk Ends. Here it is.
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
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.
This poem is a Parody.
A Parody (also called spoof, send-up or lampoon), in use, is a work created to imitate, make fun of, or comment on an original work, its subject, author, style, or some other target, by means of satiric or ironic imitation. According to Aristotle, Hegemon of Thasos was the inventor of a kind of parody; by slightly altering the wording in well-known poems he transformed the sublime into the ridiculous. In ancient Greek literature, a parodia was a narrative poem imitating the style and prosody of epics “but treating light, satirical or mock-heroic subjects”. Source: Wikipedia.
This picture was taken by the author in March 2012, at a park along the Bruce Vento Trail in St. Paul, Minnesota.