where the sidewalk ends | 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 t
here the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in th
e peppermint wind. let us leave this place where the
 
smoke blows black and the dark street winds and be
nds. past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow we
shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, an
d watch where the chalk-white arrows go to the plac
 
e where the sidewalk ends. yes we'll walk with a wa
lk 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 sid
ewalk ends.