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.
Shel Silverstein, “Where the Sidewalk Ends”
Where The Sidewalk Ends.
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A little cracker. Did the picture come with it, or did you select it? Good choice either way.
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Where The Sidewalk Ends.
Clodhopper;1380901 wrote: A little cracker. Did the picture come with it, or did you select it? Good choice either way.
Yeah the image came along with the piece.
Yeah the image came along with the piece.
"…I hate how I don’t feel real enough unless people are watching." — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters