Dezmond

= Shel Silverstein =

Shel silverstein was and is a great peom writer he was born september 25, 1930 through shel silverstein young life he played for his favorite team as a child but he wanted to become something better then just a kid playing baseball he wanted to become a professional baseball player the chicago white sox.his parents relized that he was not go at sports but he had a a gift of this drawing.he attended Roosevelt High School the teachers admired the artistic abilities that he had.after high high school he attended university of illinios to mainly study art but he really didnt have the grades to continue the year but that was not the plans of his mind he was expelled.in his life time we are approaching the time of his life where he wanted to and learned more about children books he became a fan.his friend Tomi Ungerer was an kid book writer.since Tomi was an writer he introduced shel to his editor Ursula Nordstorm shel proved himself to him by writing a kids book then shel silverstein became a great writer.

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Favorite Poem
peanut butter sandwich I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king Who played with the world at the end of a string, But he only loved one single thing— And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

His scepter and his royal gowns, His regal throne and golden crowns Were brown and sticky from the mounds And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

His subjects all were silly fools For he had passed a royal rule That all that they could learn in school Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

He would not eat his sovereign steak, He scorned his soup and kingly cake, And told his courtly cook to bake An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

Then all his royal subjects came. They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains And pulled both ways with might and main Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

Each man and woman, girl and boy Put down their ploughs and pots and toys And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy— They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwhcih

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak— The king's jaw opened with a creak. And then in voice so faint and weak— The first words that they heard him speak How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"

**Writer’s Style** -
I can really know when i am reading one of shel silverstein poems because i automatically can noticed what the poem is mainly about and the picture that shows context clues about what the poem may be about.he as a ryhm and this uniqe way of bringing is audience more deeper into it they are really funny too.each poem has his own sound amd ryhthm to it like this one.this one has anice rythm to it because after a line or too each word from the start and the next line or two rhym as a nice rythm to it.

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.

Poem Analysis