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.