Where does the Sidewalk End?

In the Shel Silverstein poem, it ends "where the dark street winds and bends, past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow...and the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.

At Sanborn Elementary School, however, it ends around the same time as the school year does.

Last Friday, students held their annual poetry slam, "Shel Silverstein and Friends." Some read poems penned by the zany children's author, while others preferred reading something they'd written themselves.

Amanda Clark gave a popular nursery rhyme a different twist. "Little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet, eating her Big Mac and fries," read the first-grader. "Along came a spider, who sat down beside her, who said 'yuck, I prefer flies.'"

Outfitted mostly in black and white, the children resembled Silberstein's famous black-line drawings on white pages. Posters of the illustrations dotted the stage and walls of the students' cafeteria.

The Brassiere-wearing Camel was there, as was Miraculous Mortimer.

But third-grader Matthew Daley preferred to write about a subject he knows very well | baseball.

"I peer out of the dusty windows to see if the birds have returned," he wrote, remembering waking up one spring morning for a game of baseball in his poem, "Spring Batter."

Fellow third-grader Andrew Silvestro's ode to his housemates, "My Family," spoke of his brother "Jason who is like a monster truck going very fast" and his mother, who "is like a star, watching from afar."

With a little imagination, fourth-graders Brittney Jang and Monica Nowicki became spitting images of Silberstein's characters, "Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too," as they read from a cardboard-box plane they'd created.

"Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too, over the sun and beyond the blue. Hold on, stay in, I hope we do! Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too."

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