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 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.